#4. On the way to the Gallows

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To the gallows you walk

and you have no time.

What are the last thoughts you think?

Or are they the first of the kind?

 Is it about the mother you never saw?

Or the disregarded wife in your life.

Maybe it is about the kid you hated

the child who shred your blood but

who wished he didn’t every time you

aimed a slap or a cruel shout.

It is just a five minute walk to your death

and you haven’t given much choice

you spent the last few days in a daze

thinking of no thing or body.

You could pray to God to pardon

and pity your end, but you did take a

life, from a man who deserved not.

that leaves you here, unloved and blamed,

you really can’t change matters now

what you did is now blood on your hands.           

Perhaps you should say few

words for them- your mother, wife and child.

They were the ones who would

have loved you if you had been a

better man.

#3.I can read your soul.

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If only I could see through

the soul of everyman, I would

be rich, wealthy from all the secrets

I would find.

I would know all the hush –hushes,

the tales and stories of life that need

to be hidden from mankind for the good

of man kind.

But I would know and that would

make me invincible, stronger

than any type. I will be able to see

through you and no longer will I

be blind.

The facts and lies will find their

places and no longer can they hide,

 for you see, slowly and brutally,

all the cloak-and-dagger

 I’ll unwind.

So my friend, beware. I am rich

from all that I see. You soul is

no longer your safe house for

I’m the thief you can not stop.

Much you try, it is fruitless for

nothing from me, about you,

 is confined.

#2. Centre of Circle of Life

Whirling in this merry-go-round

around the circle of life

laughing in glee or screaming in terror

 we go round and round and round

It is we who is pushing the wheel

making it go about, sometimes

so hasty we feel the world is falling out.

Other times so slow we think we need an

extra push and then the wind blows harsh

putting us right back on path.

What we don’t seem to think is about

the centre of it all,

what is that holding the circle?

What is at the centre of the circle of life!

#1 .Warrior, Friend not Foe

Day one of NaPoWriMo! let me tell you today wasn't easy. I've been trying to come up with a poem from morning and was finally able to get one out. Hope its good and deserves to the First one of April.

you might find the irony, taking about death on day one. :) 

His bass breath, his lethal lure

his silky smile all combined

make him a formidable foe.

He is the last you will see

the last you will meet once

he makes you his.

 Nor his he fearsome or terrible

but gentle mild and calm.

He will say he loves you much

and you will trust or believe then,

at that point of pain or serenity

he will seem like the only way.

The others will blame him,

find him wrong for what he did to you.

You will know once the rides started

he is your warrior, he is your knight.

 So what if he makes you leave things behind

he does it for your good.

now your rid of evils of all kinds

new,  pure and pristine.

Love him like you would love no one

he is no enemy or foe

he is your lover, escort and friend

he, Death, never means harm.