All Things Have An End

Walking down the eternal winding road of Timelessness
Glancing occasionally in the Abyss of forlorn hope
Laid to waste in the scenic splendor of the suburban Jungle
At Sunset When the Night comes alive with the
Demon sound of another dimension

The Sun blazes on the shifting sands of the Desert
Whilst the Freezing harshness on the Polar wastes
Look on in severe starkness

The times are remembered of the scary nights
The bright sunny days
The naive early days when complications didn't exist
Where a warm feeling of ageless youth took precedence
Over all the righteous lies to come
Then the realization that all things have an end. copyright ©Sally Jacobs 27/08/2009

Trigger-less Gun

She's my dream girl, a thousand to one
A chance in a million
A trigger-less gun
A souped up maiden with laughing eye's
A trip for a mad man or a lonely guy

She sits in her room so lonely so sweet
To tempt the undressers of a picture-less treat
She waits for the fantasies to move and come true
She could do it to me or do it to you

She longs for the dream of a love she must feel
To stop all the pictures and make them for real
The merchandised monsters of the modern day man
He waits to take her, quickly he can

Emotions are moving, the blood stats to flow
Living is happiness but the emotions must go copyright ©Sally Jacobs 19/08/2009