I sit here quietly looking out from within.

The air is soft, a whisper of wind.

A babbling brook is singing a song.

The gander and his wife, trooping along,

Wandering past my secret place, a place built strong.

A wild turkey stops in his tracks,

It looks at me, only to turn, and walk back,

To be replaced by the hens from the hay,

Who cackle and chatter, in a tongue so gay.

Unaware of the secret place where I lay.

The babbling brook, still singing without end.

It runs straight by and turns right at the bend.

Runs deep into the reeds and out of sight.

As the sun hides behind the mountains might.

And the day turns dark and marries the night.

I am still at rest, looking out from within

Terrance Frank Lazaroff, CD

China 2003

I walk in peace and run in war

Sleeping the night and working the day

Seeking places too far to see

Looking for paradise to play

Where I am going and what I am going to be

Is insignificant you see

I must still find out what is behind that door

Following the herd of men

I hope life will give the gift to me

That will allow me to rise

The see the clouds and to ride the tides

Reach beyond the reach, teetering on the edge

Taking what is too far to touch

Holding close what I have gained

Following my dream and holding my thought

I grasp tight to my carpet

As it takes flight

My destination far and away

I cannot see you clear

But there you are

I know it is

So I go forth without fear

Through wind and storm

And days on end

Looking for the gift special rare indeed

The few real joys far and true

The reward I seek is a treasure trove

 The gift is special much like the morning dew

The gift my dear, is you

Taking the crooked road to love,

Is such a long way around.

I have traveled that road day and night,

Your abode, I have not yet found.

I know that you are in love with me.

So why should I go to you and plea?

It is the thought of you, in heated embrace.

That encourages, me to do so, indeed.

So I will go to you on bended knee,

And dress you in golden gowns.

In exchange for the sweet honey you give,

I will gladly surrender my crown

Your delicate voice and beautiful face,

Fills my loins with lust and my heart with need.

It causes me to run to my stables,

And ride to you fast, upon my trusty steed.

If I stay here and do nothing,

My life will go to the ground.

So I will fly to your quarters and hide my face,

In the folds of your sweet smelling down.

Opening your robes to the beauty inside,

I will inhale your flower’s bouquet.

I will pledge that I will give you all of my affection,

And love you in every way.

I was told that you were a temptress,

That you would seek to ensure my demise.

They said you should be purged of sin,

And sent to far lands for others to despise.

I heeded them not, and to your rooms I rushed,

Last night, for an evening spin.

When the digger straight to my heart was let loose,

By a hand that was hidden within.

We had laughed and danced and turned me about,

Filling my head with dizzy play.

I find it hard to believe that you, a creature of innocence.

Would take my life this day.

My friends will carry my empty sad shell,

To the lonely place of stones.

Where I will lie without your beauty at my side,

With my flesh rotting off my bones.

Where I will no longer feel your hot lips on my chest,

And your fingers caressing my breast.

My entourage will talk of me in the past,

As they carry my body from your sweet smelling nest.

They will place me deep; food for the worms,

Midst their cries and moans.

But nevertheless they will work up sweat,

Shoveling dirt to cover the cave, that will become my new home.

My advices to you my dear,

As you lay comfortable beside your new Knight.

Remember sure that you were the one,

That came to me all dressed in white.

It was you, who captured my love,

Then sold my breath to the wind.

Your turn now to trust the new man in your bed,

To quench the evening din.

You alone must find true loves grace,

This task will keep you from deep sleep every night.

For the man you choose, may with dagger in hand,

Take your soul and your love in spite

I move closer.

Embrace the wheel between my thighs.

Press hard the clay and watch it rise.

Into the strength, that phallic form,

The clay, it spins, I watch it hypnotise.

It goes to centre.

Away again.

Teasing and teasing,

And I press for more.

Up it rises a third time now.

I feel the joy.

This form is mine, the one,

I caress and stroke is fine.

Feeding my desire.

I press it down and out of life.

Again, I move closer to my wheel.

Press hard the clay and watch it rise.

A Beach in France 

I run towards death this day.

Fear, screams of pain,

And mangled bodies,

They will not block my way.

I steel my heart against the terror,

And turn my back against the horror.

Death is not my fear.

It is the life of my comrades that I hold dear.

I charge my enemy.

His artillery flashes,

His guns pierce the air,

Courage is my academy.

My weapon, I must point at man,

And spread his blood upon this sand.

Charging the beach, I am losing my breath.

I must reach the wall, or face my death.

My men fall dead at my feet.

Fountains of flesh fill the sky,

And the eighty-eights,

Keep the beat.

Bunkers to my left, spew hell on earth.

This run will not be over, until I prove my worth.

The hill in front with tall wavy grass,

I climb it first, I cannot be last.

We must rid this place of Satan’s sting.

So violent,

He will cut us down,

And force us to kiss his ring.

Not I,

Is my response,

For the fear death,

I will not ensconce.

I call for my cannons,

Place my mortars.

The enemy cries out,

To give no quarter.

The man with the purple stole came by to speak with me.

You are a brave,

And courageous man,

Who through adversity,

Stood and fought

Hold true to your belief,

And for your brothers departed, do not grieve.

You too, will soon be in the light.

This battle will no longer be your fight.

My body, cold, was found the morning after.

I had reached the sand, next to the trees of steel.

It was there,

I made my stand.

I gave my all, but was stopped.

By an arrow of chance,

At the water’s edge,

On a beach in France.

I lost a friend today.

Not that she was that close to me.

Nevertheless, she wore the same colours as I.

She went off to battle so others could be free.

She had a smile that would melt the coldest heart

But the beast did not see this face.

Life’s value to him, he does not care

He hid his death with out remorse

He planed her demise and returned to his lair.

With bombs hid unseen he hides and departs.

He claims he does so in some God’s name.

This creature with hairy face smiles and shakes her hand.

Then walks away to do his deed.

Sets his trap under the brown loose sand

He cares not, about improving life

This animal has no feelings

His goal is to control the daily toil.

Following some hideous theology, a real shame

His country’s future he wishes to spoil.

So the he can abuse, beat and even kill his wife.

If his daughter, pleases him not.

He will beat his chest

And kill her fast.

Not realizing that with a daughter, he is blessed.

He will cut her throat with a dull rusty knife.

Well, she is gone but not forgotten.

She will join the list of fallen brave

Her name will be written into the history of time.

Travelling the highway of Heroes, all will wave

She has given the ultimate sacrifice, her life.

This is dedicated to Trooper Karine Blais

of the

Royal 22nd Regiment Killed in Action, in Afghanistan.

Today

A fallen soldier, on his way home, passed me by.

Carried quietly by young and strong.

Past salutes of respect,

With tears in their eyes,

With love in their hearts,

with sadness of thought.

Past family and friends with tearful sighs.

My heart is heavy,

I too must stop and cry.

On his way home, the fallen soldier passed my by.

I could hear his words on a whisper of wind,

I died believing.

No doubt in my heart.

I died for peace, not a world deceiving.

Don’t let me down,

I heard him say.

I gave my life near a field of poppies, today.

Much like those of ninety years, to the day.

Surely we can find a way.

On his way home, a fallen soldier passed me by.

I stopped and saluted with tears in my eyes.