The Stalker

The rain comes down and goes deep into the ground.
 Cold winds blow over the graves of the dead,
 While they lie silent in their beds.
 Perhaps they have it better than I 
For they cannot cry.
 No one knows and no one can say 
What life holds in a day.
 Death is a silent monster who stalks waiting for
 The last day to see what I will say.

Missing: Compassion

The beggar walks the crowded street
Morning to evening, his daily beat
As others avoid his redolent self
Wrinkling their nose, turning their head
“Spare some change?” all hear him ask
Unspoken rejection, as answers lack.
Everyone’s busy, everyone’s scared,
Of being fooled, of being ensnared,
They hide in contempt, judgment and frown
Where kindness simply cannot reach down.
Where’s the compassion that feeds the heart?
Does man need an excuse to play the part?
A giving of coin, belies the act
It is so very much more than that
Enriches our life, polishes the soul
Exiles afar the bitter scowl.
The bum has a purpose, believe it or not
To keep in this world, stubbornly, hope
Showing the way to those few who listen
Far brighter than gold does love´s labor glisten.

Your are Never Alone


We grieve for your lost deeply from our hearts
The lost is not only for you but for all humanity

While world watched silently and helplessly of scenes of this horror
Thousands had died for someone else’s act of revenge and hatred

While fire blazed on, people we knew and loved were lost among the rubbles
Cry’s I heard and the scenes these eyes witnessed will haunt me for the rest of my life

How would they have felt knowing the fate of their life been taken upon by hatred
Life is been given to serve a purpose and not be destroyed by ones desire

Yet on that day, life was lost for reasons that can not ever be justified
What made them carry out and execute such monstrous mission?

Did their human feelings were over powered by sense of duty, guided by a dark force?
Didn’t they have anybody in this world, family, friends or anyone they cared about?

What purpose did they see or thought would serve this inhuman act?
Did they think it was for the greater good of this world?

What ever is been said and done, the destruction have had already taken place
We Cannot turn back the time or undo what has happened and that’s the reality

Now comes the hardest part, which is to regain what was lost in every sole
You are never alone; we will be with you always how distant we are

“We dedicate this to all that have lost their lives and to all that were touched by this devastation”