death by you

Have you ever killed some one,

and thought about what you did?

That was some ones child.

Maybe some ones mother or farther.

Some one loved!

Ever had their eyes haunting your nights?

Ever relived the moment they toke their last breath?

I have two more questions for you.

Were you proud of what you did?

Are you still proud?

And I don't care if they were your worst enemy;

they were still a human being.
I'm not a hippie. I just don't understand all the blood. 

why?

There are scars here.

They can never be healed

Nor patched up.

The trees are gone.

The rivers going to stop soon.

The oceans filled with salt.

You never seem to care

unless it's coming to you.

But what about us?

The generation after you.

Will there be anything left

to come into the world to?

Do you even care if there is?

How long will it take for you to notices?

To notice what you are doing to yourselves,

to us.

spirits

Whispering their stories into my ear,

Thinking of all people I'd hear.

Telling me about their life,

Sometimes about their husband or wife.

But only telling me at night

And giving a fright

When I turn on the light.

anger

Is the black hole that engulfs us.

It can move as fast as a cheetah,

Yet slowly takes us over.

Like a serpent coiling us to its will,

Poisoning our minds.

Ringo

His eyes hold all the forests.

His pelt bares the mountains.

His limbs as tall as trees.

owls

I wake at night.

I sleep at light.

Pray do not hear,

Till I'm to near.

I eat voles and mice.

They taste mighty nice.

Till they run out,

Then I shall shout.

Vincent

My one crinkled ear points me out.

My chipped tooth makes my look vicious,

And that was all they saw.

I was there so long I went on clearance.

Will I ever be free of this cage?

Then one day a woman came.

She looked past my features,

And saw the teddy bear inside me.

She toke me home that day,

And my life has been good ever since.