(no subject)
six times I've died before
and from the ashes I rose once more
to the sounds of child's lore
sung from the bashful trees
it sang out and I fell to my knees
each time I lived before
seven times and now one more
I lived a life of guilty sin
things of murder and war's kin
and in the abyss inside my head
spinning sounds revolve instead
of thousands of souls crying out
and millions of memories about
love, death and holocaust
making this life seem so lost
and every time I lived before
I rose from the ashes once more
but this time I die again
no more ashes left to begin
(some notes:
1. holocaust is a word other than in reference to the genocide committed by the NAZI's
2. this is somewhat of an autobigraphical poem in regards to some thoughts
3. it will be revised)
and from the ashes I rose once more
to the sounds of child's lore
sung from the bashful trees
it sang out and I fell to my knees
each time I lived before
seven times and now one more
I lived a life of guilty sin
things of murder and war's kin
and in the abyss inside my head
spinning sounds revolve instead
of thousands of souls crying out
and millions of memories about
love, death and holocaust
making this life seem so lost
and every time I lived before
I rose from the ashes once more
but this time I die again
no more ashes left to begin
(some notes:
1. holocaust is a word other than in reference to the genocide committed by the NAZI's
2. this is somewhat of an autobigraphical poem in regards to some thoughts
3. it will be revised)