Does life hang on a tiny thread,
haven't many been misled?
Discouraged? One needs the courage
to achieve the impossible!
Decry fate, never fling your sword
to wound a moribund soul already bleeding;
control your irrepressible rage, doesn't healing
begin when reasoning is finally deployed?
Does life hang on a tiny thread
as the breath, our lungs exhale?
Would one prefer the silence of Haden,
over the freedom of choices, or vale
yourself as a worthless martyrdom
that is simply a deplorable word?
Has your bottle run out of rum...
realizing your sin is unforgiven?
Does life hang on a tiny thread
when one succumbs to unfounded fears,
and mutters the words of a drunk?
Cowardice and valor don't match a bit,
look deep down and see how you have sunk,
no hands can lift you out of that abyss;
never dismantle the steel armor you have wrought:
victory is not attained without bloodshed!
Categories:
haden, confidence, courage, death, destiny,
Form: Rhyme
I'm absolutely deplorable
The worst there ever was
I'm just down right Incouragable
And I'm that way just because
Some Call me the Devil
While others fall in love
Of faces I own several
And each one fits me like a glove
I'm a silver tongued Assassin
Aiming directly for your heart
I may not be old fashioned
But I've had you from the start
Haden
Categories:
haden, angst,
Form: Rhyme