Fish Bait by Walter Jones

Highway cross mark the loss
Just old enough to shave hurting

From the little altar they’re on the stay
Pain of living just sadly slipped away
Kept to the fury eerie space called time

Fields of life hold markers glowing in sunlight
Freedom cost so much I miss my friend

She said that I was different
That I'd understand but I didn’t
Sea took them one from all left
How can this be a sad tragedy

They say that the time is near at hand
and I cry for all that are bonded here

Curtain red fell in the heat of day
All to the God of time they did pray
A vision of greatness passed away

Shadow on a stone lift me to see
willows crying in the field of dreams

He said that I was the one who fell
Anger screams in the sounds of hell
Voices on the deity clams a soul again
Explosion takes many to the gate my friend

Only vision lingers in the pale light
fear at every turn point and fire

From the little altar sacrifice given free
Watch the earth leader church war decree
takes from me a sound leaving inside mine

Take old rules in view of a day where win dies
no cruelty-administered day is now a battle forever

Man said it is but a matter of faith and hope
as he scraped the power from the blade his dope
Every angel pulls a cord sending the fool south
as he peals the bell chimes in the mind ‘s mouth

Brush of life paints the image no place too ever rest
hero sleeps in the crest of a wave dancing forget

Curtain red fell in the heat of day
All to the God of time they did pray
A vision of greatness passed away

Lord manages the book and who are you to judge
These were the all of me a reason of being

Cold is her bed last dying words to be said
came from the a small stand he is now dead
Flames lick their heals more than just crime

Ashes to ashes and what is left to see and feel
ideals skip the sand through the glass last time

From the hills and the valley rest in the plain
War seeks souls and death in field and street
Mothers and children all cry for the fathers
Not years of sorrow or even hours generations

My piece my plot my rest for ash and rest
Eight long four wide six deep cast of stone

From the little altar they’re on the stay
Pain of living just sadly slipped away
Kept to the fury eerie space called time

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by Walter Jones (Age: 63)
copyright 12-30-2004

Age Rating: 7 to 127