Four Letters

It’s a word,

four letters

and it can hurt like nothing else

it can warm you in the cold

and fuel you when you’ve nothing left

it can bring about world change

and topple empires

it can be your one and only best friend

and it can be the only thing you have left

hate is more good things than you might think

Once and Again

once i was enmired
within torment built by me
that set me up for failure
of things that couldn’t be

Not Real

I’m sorry I can’t sing about
those things you want to hear
All I can do is store my love
for things that I hold dear
For things that once I had with me
and places I once knew
Bereft of my own power
There’s nothing I can do

Where the Gods won’t go

did you think it would be easy
to go straight back in time
did you think that you could tease me
and that i just wouldn’t mind?

Harley

It wasn’t so long ago
That I rode on the back
of a steed made of steel
With princess in front
wings of fire; no fear