Toothache

In your attempts to be gentle
You feel so much sublime emotions

Then, in a split second
Faster than light can travel

All of tranquility is shattered
All of your efforts crumbled
Like a pyramid of cards so delicate
Being blown by winds unwanted

And you start to scream in horror
Searching for someone to stop the terror

For All Those You Hold Dear

The gentle breeze, the fair weather
They're but nothing compared to
Spending some time with you...

But how come that, like a starved wolf
Who left his pack to feed himself,
You no longer shared time with me...

The gentle breeze, the fair weather
They're but useless phenomena
Failing to comfort me in my loneliness...

But I have always, like a fox whelp
Hungry for his mother's caress,
Wanted to share time with you...

The gentle breeze, the fair weather
They're but reminders of how
I am all alone and lonely today...

But I still hope that you will
Come and share time with me
Before I succumb to my sleep...

Who You Must Fear

As a regiment of musketeers are
Marching towards their battlefield
In what they believe as the final one
One of the youngest at the rear stopped
And looked back at their camps.

The captain noticed him and,
Pulling his reins to make his horse turn around,
He went back to approach the young one
And ordered him, "Get 'yer sorry ass
Movin' we'll fight a bloody battle."

The young musketeer replied,
"I was just thinking, captain,
If ever I'll be able to return to camp
With all my limbs intact
And all my fingers at place."

"It doesn't matter, lad,"
The captain replied,
"'Cause all you have to do is to
Believe in winning 'yer own battle
For our beloved motherland."

The young musketeer asked,
"Aren't you afraid of bloodshed, captain?
Haven't it entered in your mind
That we should not be fighting this war,
That there should have been any other way?"

The captain chuckled and answered,
"What'r you sayin', lad?
As much as we hate losing others in battle
We learn so much by fighting in them.
Haven't ye ever asked 'yerself
Why in these times of conflict
That we start to realize what are
Valuable to us as men?"

The captain reached the back of
The young musketeer's head and
Slapped it, and continued,
"One's courage can be used
Both during and after war, lad.
If you survive this, you'll be
Most enlightened. Now get 'yer legs
Movin' and go back to your line!"

The young musketeer stood tall,
Saluted his captain with his musket
And yelled, "Yes, Captain!"

Inferno

Whenever students these days hear the word "first"
The first thing that comes in mind
Is not the mental thirst
But rather, "They are cursed"
Finally ending studies, they want to find

Whenever youngsters these days hear the word "first"
The first thing that enter their heads
Is not, "All the worst"
But instead, an outburst
Of emotions so wild they can rip things to shreds

Whenever the faithful these days hear the word "first"
Of course, the creation story comes in without fade
But the bubble has been burst
And reality showed its worst
And so they wonder if fixes can still be made

And whenever foul leaders these days hear the word "first"
They think of wealth, so easy to corrupt
But woe, they have been cursed
And the oppressed, they thirst
And, luckless to all, undirected rage will erupt