Beslan

Where have all the children gone?
These stark relics,
These damaged shells
That sit in these man-made Hells.

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Ode In Lamplight

'And what of love?'
She asked with a flickering glance
That made her eyes dance
Like a flames quick tongue

That licked about the room
In the sultry lamp light
That welcomed the night
With a burnt orange sigh.

A silent smile crossed his lips
His hand, like a plea,
Let hers loose to be free
But his eyes still betrayed

The predator fear
Like a cold, throbbing rage
The paranoia that age
Inflicts, a malaise.

Drinking Song #2

The pulsing street reclaims you
With it's slippery tongue
Flickering, a blue flame
Round your sleepy head.

Comrades in your finest hour,
Held aloft in smokey rooms
And cheap hotels
Apart and invicible.

I know why they call you the wild one,
The frightened one,
The lonely one.

The one who lies a spalsh of suit,
Against cold paving
And remembers
When you were young.