The Undeparted

Still in the line, we await our turn
Not all dead, but ready to burn
Anticipation, it’s killing us slow
That sweet release, when we finally go
Suddenly it’s time, a mighty roar
Time to depart, on wings we soar

Racing the Sun

Before the sun rises, I’m ready to go
Somewhat awake, begin the show
An early start, so much can be done
Making the most, when racing the sun
Almost 10, darkness it falls
Finally sleep, into dreams’ halls

The AlFiebet – F

F is for friend, you are number one
With me for the sad times, with me for the fun
F is for friend, so many things we share
Be it common interests, or for what we care
F is for friend, who gifted me with life
With one caveat, can’t bitch about the wife

A Chance Encounter

A five minute meeting, not a word shared
You lost our duel, and I never cared
Sent me a message, berating my art
And my origins, clawed at my heart
Still I feel flattered, you searched me out
Despite your goal, to moan and pout