DECISIONS: THE END DEAD

THE OMEN:

 

Aha, aha ha

My wonderful,

Precious gifts are found inside;

You speak with fantasy,

And  can see the eagle’s pronouncing glide.

 

Aha, aha

My lost soul,

Empty minded luxuries gone;

I toss vocabulary,

And ride upon a silhouette of a swan.

 

Aha, ah

My simplicity,

Eager to touch your intent;

I’ll remember wisdom,

And hold it until I’m unbent.

 

Aha,

My creature,

Only you have the fear;

Caress my lament,

And let love be as sincere.

 

Ah,

My inspiration,

You devoured all of life’s malice;

I wish you well,

And may we always seek freedom’s palace.

 

 

DECISIONS: THE END DEAD

Eagle catches air; glides in tune

Fluttering each feather in his beautiful plume

I’m so sad to have to stand and stare

For I can’t fly, I know it’s unfair

Talking, saying hello, good day or like wise

The world is organic then it dies

Perished, polished, unfamilar dreams

Twinkled time takes the place of screams

So I ask the eagle when he lands on my shoulder

What is it like to soar over this boulder

He replies with a shine in his eye

There’s more to life than being able to fly

If you’d like, just give it a try