Still regrets

You were a lonely voice
crying out in the night -
Hold my hand friend
and make it all right..
I haven't got the will to
stand up and fight.

But we hear you not fully
when you most needed us;
Were busy with other things
thinking Life is what life does.

No we realize
the heavy price we paid;
as the joy that could so simply have been ours
does disappear and fade.

Forgive me i pray
Every single lonely day;
to You and myself
to God and the Angels above...
Till we meet again,
in His land of Love.

Time Passages

Four months to this day,
has it been since you passed away;
into the great unknown.

Wrapped in mystery,
shrouded in silence;
your being gone, still doesn't make sense.

I pray that the prayers,
we so hopelessly send;
do somehow make an amend,
for what we did begin and what time did end.

Vaya Con Dios!

Oh Bro

flesh of my flesh,
blood of my blood;
estranged in body
connected in soul...

where art thou now?
dwell in the heart
of the One pure;
I pray you find
a heavenly cure.

I struck the board and cried 'no more'!

take away my pleasure,
take away my pain;
i am amazed at Thy creation,
but I don't wanna be born again!

oh what's the use, if it
makes no sense;
what matters whither one cometh from,
or goes whence?
:)

Tell me please

Was it Fate,
or Freewill;
My heart,
it does wonder still.

The way you came,
the way you went;
was it all done,
or as yet unspent?

A question that haunts,
and forever will;
Time for this once,
doth stand still.

Brother where you bound?

A few bones and teeth
are all I will be left with;
tomorrow, on your birthday, when I come to stir the ashes
of your funeral pyre.

Will you be watching me,
from a strange surreal sky?
For I will be looking for a sign,
through a tearful eye.

Walk we did together,
brothers in arms;
the battle we fought
none could understand.

Ahh time,
you win the game again;
you took away the hope...
you took away the pain.

Four seasons

Four seasons I have lived,
in the four months I have left behind me;
And here I stand once again,
watching a whole new tapestry.

The most uncommon sights
I do perceive;
nothing short of miracles
if you please;
With bated breath
I await,
the sweet knocks of serendipity,
and the usual twists of fate.