All that I have
is but dust
in the passing winds of time
To be unconcerned with such things
would be a blessing
or maybe a curse
life is like that
blessing
and curse
blessed by God 
that he gave his only son
to die at the hands of man
but that sounds more like a curse
doesn’t it?
But at least the story doesn’t end there
the best is yet to come
Like the old lady buried with her fork
Strong christian 
Entertainer 
always held big dinners
At the end of both meal and life
Save your fork
the best is yet to come
maybe the best is yet to come
can’t get much worse
but I guess it can get worse
it always does
Life may be what you make of it
Then I obviously
am not as artistic
as I lead myself to believe
Winds of time
time and the wind are so much alike
both flowing in an incomprehensable way
always going somewhere
only they and God know where
No matter what you try
you can’t stop them
dunno why
Time moves differently for everyone
Some, it’s cruel how time seperates
Others, time is kind
Flows slowly and luxuriously
Life’s like that
So I’m told
Why listen to those who only want to bring you down?
But isn’t it my voice I hear in the crowd?
How can you hear anything
over the roar of the wind?
The wind blows
powerfully
effortlessly
Sometimes the wind moans
Like some horrible
Undead
The song is of the pain
The pain of thousand upon thousand of souls
Lost
Maybe not lost
Not all who wander are lost
Demons eat at you
Taking pieces of your soul
Haunting a peircing wail
Wind blows the warmth and life
from the body
The wind can be violent
To roar and beat it’s chest
Like some giant gorilla
Isn’t enough
So the wind unleashes it’s true power
People like frightened mice
huddle in basements
cellars
in the dark
the wind blots out the sun
dusty dirty 
trees bend
stain
break
join the mass
wind unleashes power
no one can stop it
Some brave souls
Watch it
Try vainly to comprehend it
And warn the mice when the danger is nigh
Then scamper to their burrows
To hide in the dark once more
If they’re lucky
They make it
The wind destroys
The winds corrupt
But it is not evil
just powerful
the wind is not alive
it has no emotions
no hate
no anger
nothing
no love
no joy
no happyness
but also
no mercy

6-3-02

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