It's always the same song and dance
I've given you the millionth chance...

I stand in the city streets shouting my heart out
people walk by without a turned head or doubt...

The Christmas season has come and gone once more
like a carnival it must leave though we still...

Caught by indecision and lacking the power
feelings begin strengthening and hope to flower...

Writhing on the floor screaming in pain
cannot sleep or eat feeling the drain...

Standing on the river's edge Caesar peered across
his consciousness in it's own battle seemed at...

Standing still he remains steady
troops march passed battle ready...

Someone asked me why I act so harsh and cruel
I have never mentioned my never ending duel...

Alone in her room she dreams of wedding bliss
when in reality life goes unnoticed and amiss...

I can see the turmoil in my people's streets
on this immoral plain of stone sorrow greets...

::this poem is me venting from a happening on this...
love poem sad poem, that's all I see from you...

From far away battlefields to local towns
surges of Independence fills and drowns...