All these disappointments
and angers,
they move one to want to react.
React against enemies,
phony friends and others,
the ones who feed the flame.
A flame that burned so long,
one that needed a fire department.
All the kings men,
 all of his little firemen,
could not extinguish.

This flame of fire,
now only a smothering smoke,
the years has taught well.
Lash out my friend,
then jump in front of the lash.
That's right you'll only hit you.
A pain that hurt,
then knocks you in the dirt.

True peace comes for you,
get out your pen,
light your peace pipe.
Sat and smoke with me.
Lets sit and chat for awhile.

I'm true peace my friend,
it is time you meet your prayer,
you prayed it many years ago.
But it was only a prayer of words,
back by immaturity.
Embrace your own wishes,
meet them again.

G