A love born once must soon be born again

A plain that died, leaving cinders to be fanned

By the wind and thrown flame

Flames like tongues impassioned in a moments burst.

Tell me my friend- why do you stand aloof from your own heart

The truth confronts you-the truth confronts you as the sea

Crushing with out detail

Impassioned and detached,

Killing with love and power in God's name.

People stop hurting people, People stop hurting people



Love conquers poses, love smashes stances, love crushes angels into black

So you, without question, know your first love is your last.

and you will never, you never,never,will never love again.



I always wished to walk with her into restaurants,(A clammy tale)

To be seen beside her at the public bar footrail

I always wanted to be matched with her

Yet her beauty was so different to mine

My "beauty" needs an understanding and a knowledge of what I am.

Hers is enough earned thru eons; for that is what true beauty is

Time's gift to perfect humility.



May I be matched with you again

I know the match is bad

But God help me

May I be matched with you again

I know the match is bad

But God help me

May I be matched with you again

I know the match is bad

But God help me

Without your match there is no flame



People stop hurting people

People stop hurting people

People stop hurting people

People stop hurting people