I speak but you are no longer there,
I wonder if you truly know my despair...

Here is a story that has to be told,
for it is a tale I shall tell even as I grow old...

Through a glass cube, I can see
the being that I know is within me...

My friends took me to this place,
where the women had the finest face...

Passionate Alarm
It was all that I could see...

Here I sit here again maybe once or twice a day,
grunting and sweating to my dismay...

I learned from those that were driven with rage,
a passion that set me on a larger stage...

My blood runs cold with every image of you,
You stole my life and did what you wanted to do...

A word that was spoken out of kindness or in jest,
has made you a very welcome guest...

We came to power from Maat for it was our way,
and through royalty and the right to lead we came...

To inspire one to go farther then you ever will...
to persuade you to learn more then you will ever...

The Yellow Fruit
Grown on a tree green and erect...