My ThoughtsI Stare Into The Yonder BlueIt Seems as Though I Peer Right ThroughI think About What shall Come AfterAs I Listen To The Oh-So Sweet Sounds of LaughterI Feel as Though This True Blue SkyWill ever Fall, Thus making Us DieIs It Thus? Weve Gone So Far!Will it all End, With the Wink Of a Star?"Fear Not For God Is Here.""Fear Not For Technology Is Near.""Fear Not" "Fear Not"Is what The Say.But Is It True, to my DismayThat God Can Save Us, Amongst this Day?That Technology Is The AnswerTo the Death-Like Sore of This Wretched Cancer?Can They Save usFrom This Wretched Lust?What is It, To Be Our End?To Help The Person Who Can't Mend This Bend?I Hear Their LaughterWill it Still Be here, Now and After?Will The Sky Stay Oh-So Blue?Or Will The Owl Ever Coo?Or Will This CurseEver Worsen?Or Will My HeartBe Broken Apart?And Will this EndBe the Broken bend?Or Will This SkyBecome The Ocean's Cry?
Reflecting Amongst OurselvesOur eyes meetOne by oneI notice you surround meYet i feel so aloneMuch Like theeYet very ApartA Refletion i must sayIs what dwells in your heartIt seems your here to staySo i sit downYou do the very sameFollow my movementsI dont put you to shameIn creeps the silenceIt feels all so strangeSomething so TenseMy heart can not take it"Speak!"As i say!Speak to your heart's contentit will do thee no harmYet you stay so silentFollow my charm.I Feel so aloneNo one aroundI look to a mirrorNot even a soundIt is my reflectionNothing moreNow you get up!And walk through the door!
DiamondsThe man slowly sat down amongst the corener of his small room. He unfolded the letter and read amongst himself in a quiet State of mind, the letter had read: Dear Friend,My friend, it has come to my fear that what we had once has come to an end, our life is almost over, our work is almost done. As a token to never forget me, i give you this diamond, as they say, Diamonds Last Forever, as our friendship was to. Your Dear friend The man had sat amongst himself, thinking about his past, present and future. It never accured to him that things would turn out so bad. What once had been a pieceful, happy Friendship has broken down into a pile of dust. The man slowly unwrapped the box containing the package, he pulled out a small diamond. He held it in his grip, he remembered the good times they had. Their friendship amongst all else. The tears came. They rolled down his wrinkled cheeks