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J Lobo Feb 2015
This road that I'm on;
Reminds me of something,
Something long ago forgotten.

As each step I take;
In it's unearthly allure,
It calls, it beckons me on.

I am blessed that I am here,
In this glory breathtaking.
The signs they say;
Heavens just a little ahead that way.
J Lobo Jan 2015
Why don't you simply forget me, my dear?
Why do you wake me so?
Life has been but an endless burden,
This is just two yards more.
J Lobo Jan 2015
Infinite, the darkness that covers my soul
Countless, the demons that follow me around
Afraid I'm not, As in it I drown
For in me they are, I'm them now.
J Lobo Sep 2014
The feeling of pain,
In its emotionless hue,
It keeps me alive,
It leads me true.
J Lobo Sep 2014
Incredible is this journey,
A line of fate,
A lapse in time.

I but here sit,
And world is moving by.
J Lobo Sep 2014
Immortal is the question
what is life and it's meaning.

For while life but fades,
In its own tempest swirling
The Question remains on its own,
In the darkness gleaming.
J Lobo Sep 2014
It's a beautiful day,
As I walk these plains.
The dripping steel,
It has done it's job.

As I walk past the streams,
How beautiful they flow.
That crimson their hue,
In the light they glow.

Oh beautiful these contours,
The silhouettes they form.
Of lives extinguished,
Lying scattered forlorn.

It's a beautiful evening,
The sun is waving goodbye,
The wall has been broken
And I still go on.
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