TwistedFate

You, the woman who once owned my heart, You, the one I fell in love with from the start, You, the one with a smile that light up the dark, You, the one who owned my heart left a mark, You, the one whose love was more than perfect, You, the one I lost, because of decisions I now regret, You, the one I once called my soul mate, You, the one I would have died for without debate, You, the one with the voice I longed to hear, You, the one who gave me a reason to show no fear, You, the one whose love I could not resist, You, the one whose hugs and kisses, were absolute bliss, You, the one whose hand fit so perfectly in mine, You, the reason the sun would always shine, You, the one with whom I wanted to spend the rest of my life, You, the reason I got through so much strife You, the one whose arms I effortlessly fell in, You, the one who melted me with your cheeky grin, You, the one with the lips I once longed to kiss, You, the woman, I will always miss.

Running around the garden, playing all kinds of games thinking back now, life will never be the same sitting here reminiscing and writing all these rhymes lord knows I'll never forget, those amazingly innocent times Cricket, touch rugby or running around with toy guns such happy memories, so much crazy fun running freely up down the road together with my cousins and friends,  memories last forever Playing with figurines and toy cars alike pretending to be characters from TV that we like no stress in our lives in those care free days I miss those years in so many ways Now we're all grown up, some with kids of their own our own parents look at us and say ' goodness how they've grown' watching the next generation, run around like we did takes me back to those days when no worry was ever needed The best days of someones lives are always their childhood full of freedom and fun and the meaning of brotherhood even if it's playing a bass drum in school or wearing a cap ...

Once again he fights to go to sleep, wanting to make things right and earn his keep everyday he battles memories of his past he craves to be free of pain at long last Blood, sweat and tears, spilled like a soldier, with every hour that goes by, he feels the world get colder in his heart of hearts, he knows he's not the only one that suffers one would think all the scars would make him tougher How does one survive a life of broken dreams?, to clear a mind so beaten, internally he screams continuing down that long and lonely road, his shoulders weighed down by a heavy load Once again lying a wake in his bed, wondering if he can make true, the visions in his head, life is a fight, a battle and sometimes a war emotions so pure, so painful, so raw Battered and beaten, he keeps getting back to his feet, knowing he has to stand up, even in the face of defeat onward he plods and pushes through the demons both near and far and his memories will haunt him forever, lik...

The Lords of Rum, a band of brothers four united by a bottle like none before no bar in the land was ever the same when these brothers four, started playing their games From Waters Edge to AM-PM, united did they stand, everywhere they went, they were like a traveling band from Sinatra to the Beatles, singing songs of old the memories of these nights, though blurry are gold It didn't really matter when or where they would convene, even if the venue was a serene latrine often joined by others, every weekend was epic it's a miracle that nobody ever needed a medic There is one who joined this brotherly convention, a lady of rum who deserves an honorable mention like them, her voice didn't come with volume control but because of that bottle, even she was always on a roll Four brothers and a sister, this clan should go down in history, how Rockland created that magic, is an absolute mystery though now they've disbanded, and gone their separate ways the...