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The Questions of a Warrior:
By Robin Nederlof.
What am I? Why do I live?
What's my Purpose, What's my goal?
Is life something to give?
Or is life a never ending black hole?
Why do people fight?
Why do people take lives?
Can't people see the light?
Or is it all about swords and knives?
Is it because I fight for noble rights?
Or do I dream these foolish things?
Or is it because of all those sleepless nights?
Maybe all this kind of links?
Do people always hate?
Or is there some love and trust?
What's this feeling is it already that late?
Is this really some kind of must?
Why did I fight all my life? Was it for nothing?
Could I have lived a normal life?
Is this feeling my inside plotting?
Maybe I could have had some kids and a wife?
But all I know is my soul will never find peace.
People need to know that they only have one life.
They should stop fighting and remain at ease!
Finally I can stop killing and throw away my knife!
What will become of me when I face the great one?
Will he send me down, or say I am proud of what you have done?
There are no excuses, killing is never good.
Not for noble purposes, or stealing loot.
All I know is, I regret the path I have chosen.
This is the end all my thoughts are frozen.
I am a warrior, I am a warrior, I was a warrior...
By Robin Nederlof.
What am I? Why do I live?
What's my Purpose, What's my goal?
Is life something to give?
Or is life a never ending black hole?
Why do people fight?
Why do people take lives?
Can't people see the light?
Or is it all about swords and knives?
Is it because I fight for noble rights?
Or do I dream these foolish things?
Or is it because of all those sleepless nights?
Maybe all this kind of links?
Do people always hate?
Or is there some love and trust?
What's this feeling is it already that late?
Is this really some kind of must?
Why did I fight all my life? Was it for nothing?
Could I have lived a normal life?
Is this feeling my inside plotting?
Maybe I could have had some kids and a wife?
But all I know is my soul will never find peace.
People need to know that they only have one life.
They should stop fighting and remain at ease!
Finally I can stop killing and throw away my knife!
What will become of me when I face the great one?
Will he send me down, or say I am proud of what you have done?
There are no excuses, killing is never good.
Not for noble purposes, or stealing loot.
All I know is, I regret the path I have chosen.
This is the end all my thoughts are frozen.
I am a warrior, I am a warrior, I was a warrior...
Literature
One for Dad
I was back in the house where I could feel the melancholy
of the lonesome, crowded west.
The same house but all the memories seemed so far away.
The smell of fresh paint hung heavy in the air,
and the walls I had once scratched and dented were bare.
A film of neglect clung to the books he never let me touch,
“Always end up damaged.” he’d say.
Not realising that love changes things,
makes friendships stronger, give things sentiment.
Those worn covers and creased pages,
not a sign of carelessness but a sign of greatest care.
There were the bottles of wisdom placed in the cellar,
full of learning, but paling to the lesso
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Father
She must have been
beautiful
sugar sweet
perfect
as you dressed her in innocence.
I'm sure her hair smelled of better times
and her eyes tugged at your conscience
and promised worlds
that made yours seem tragically thin.
And you were ...
weak
Now tell me, (father)
what broke your heart?
To find out you were the perfect liar?
Or to speak that ugly truth
that smashed everything
to blood-drawing shards of memories?
Because I don't need
your second-hand love
anymore.
I know, one day
you will contemplate gravity's fragilty
and fall into the sky
while we lie sleepless through nights gone hollow
with a bullet for the pain
an
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Mother was a woman
All I could have had
All I could have been
Now must be laid to rest
Or carried in my genes
Yes, truly I am glad
My heart is ever theirs’
They took a little piece of it
And gave me joys and cares
How can two such things exist
When but woman is in your midst?
It is because this woman is a mother
And that means many things, Dear.
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Wow... omg.. I have to stop now... I guess I'm starting to bother you ? ...
Well this one is really great too...
Well this one is really great too...