Love written in the sands of time

when you held my hand

the tide washed in

the stormy pain

the lust of sin

to tear two hearts apart

the tears did rain

as the two deceivers took pride

and delight in each other to hide

caught in the snare

of the prince of the air

to seduce with lust

to break former bonds of trust

that was made innocent and true

by the soul of the eyes from the start

to be a friend

in time of need

yet when disease could enter me

it brought me to my knee

my word I had to bend

and in my time of need

the truth he did refuse

as he tore me apart

for denying to face

his part in all the abuse

not only to him

but at my feet he went to place

all his sins

shattered and heart broke

from pain I spoke

the truth did set me free

but for him he cannot see

his truth he cannot state

what shall become of his fate

for now he shall have to eat off his plate

the one he made full of deciet

as pure love he did mistreat

a heart he ripped to pieces

the pieces turned to spikes of ice

to come flaring back at him

the pain of all his sin

will not feel so nice

as nowhere to be found

will be any peace

but like raindrops falling down

the ice will melt

and so will the pain of the sting

when he no longer has felt

the thrusts of his fling

throbbing against his groin

for a babe to come from some woman’s womb

For then he will become a man

and will understand

But the price he will pay

will be true love lost

all for a romp in the hay

among the barley and the hops

in time his head will clear

and the love he will yearn for

will never be near

for he shut that door

He will thirst for more

of the love he will never taste again

and he will wonder what was it all for

For without love, life has no true meaning in the end

and on his knees he will confess his sins

written in the sands of time for when he released my hand

the day will dawn where he will have to stand

to witness the cost of his comeuppance

and face the truth in order for his heart to mend

in order for him to become truly liberated

his addiction he will have to berate

and that day will not come unless he makes haste

to put evil truly in its proper place

far removed away and laid to waste

the sands of time, slowly sifting away this life

How much more time is left to receive heavenly grace

YOLO is such a disgrace

as it does not consider the consequence of what is done

in this life that we have to account for in the next life…

Do we really only live once, or can people be born again

Can anything ever be undone

To stop the mistakes can end the strife…

but when will the final beer hit the trash bin

to save your self when will you begin

Goodbye my short lived friend

perchance in another time we will meet again

June 13, 2002

Note: Sadly I learned in 2009 he died the year before, which happened to be on the afternoon when he and I last saw each other after many years had passed…living fast, driving fast and flipping his car. I tried to warn him years earlier to stop driving so fast.