The aftermath

she was one great woman
never said she'd leave
kept me satisfied in love
with so little I was pleased

now she's gone away
feelin' out of place
I never broke the peace
yet, she never left me

she decided to call it a day
used me as a puppet
with whom she would play
a toy thrown in to the shade

I'm stuck with my love
thought she wouldn't leave
my heart misses its beat
it won't bring her back to me

so I'm siiting here
with a wasted life
with a pain I can bear
it'll heal in time

packing my suitcase
haven't got much left
collecting all my things
don't think I'll be back


(c) JR.  Eightees

Last Offensive

beaten

 

but not defeated

 

longin' for some peace

 

exchanged glances confirm the question

 

in their eyes

 

 

some

 

tense sense of restfulness reaches troubled

 

minds

 

an

 

forgotten force erupts from the ultimate depth

 

of

 

their souls

 

surrounded by destructive testamonies

 

of

 

a

 

morbid idealism

 

 

late

 

in the afternoon the sun seeks refuge in its setting

 

silence

 

encircles them like a heavy cloak

 

a

 

deep sigh tells it all

 

 

 

 

 

behind

 

the grit of devistation time slices through

 

each's 

 

own man made hell

 

fear

 

 calls upon their last shred of courage

 

a

 

last offensive reaches out for them

 

suddenly

 

rage seeks its confrontation, muffled cries ring out

 

callin' on ones dear,

 

even

 

a

 

'Maker '

 

 

 

in a 'dance macabre'  steel encounters steel

 

forging

 

an

 

ending never to be revealed

 

slowly fading in to a battle born mist

 

 

 

a

 

feelin' of contentment settles in

 

 

somewhere

 

a last faint sigh is heard

 

 

place an' time meet again,

 

it

 

has

 

no

 

winners

 

only

 

a

 

powerfull destruction

 

remains

 

 

(c)  JR.    May 4- 2014 Commemoration of the fallen w.w. II