The tears in my mother’s eyes

The battleground is my cathedral, But, there’s more to the story, than what it appears. A war written story, from blood and from tears. My son went to war, a very proud man. He fought in Rajasthan, on the hot desert sands. He witnessed his buddies, his comrades, his men, bleeding and dying, he witnessed their end. He’s blown up all around, his comrades spent … Continue reading The tears in my mother’s eyes

Our past lives, it’s like Déjà vu

They say past lives don’t exist They aren’t real We just need to hear about ourselves It’s how we cope, just how we deal. We only exist until we don’t DNA is why we’re “unique” Horoscopes and the cosmos are for a mind that’s meek We romanticize as shortcuts to answers we seek. Yet we hear great songs with our hearts Before our ears And … Continue reading Our past lives, it’s like Déjà vu