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The other Side
© November 17, 1987 by Paul M. Combs, Jr. All Rights Reserved

I have seen all that is to be in life
I have flown to the other side.

What once drove me to insanity?
Now seems trivial to me
The actions that took my life

My Life
© November 5, 1987 by Paul M. Combs, Jr. All Rights Reserved

My life is like a tree standing on an eroding hill.
My life is like the dirt being displaced from a landfill.
My life is like time without a foreseeable ending.
My life is timeless and yet continuing.

Or Forever We Shall Stand Alone
© January 22, 1987 by Paul M. Combs, Jr. All Rights Reserved

Time has gone since last we met,
I was wrong, I’d like to forget.
Why must we live in anger and fear?
I’d like to make up but can’t get near.
Your defensive strategy has dampened all hopes.
This horrible tragedy, I can no longer cope.
Why must we live like this?
Living in turmoil and abyss
This truth is real,
Yet the dream, I still conceal,
To be with you once again,
This time, for all eternity until the end
Let’s make up and straighten things out.
Or forever we shall stand alone.

A Plea
© January 22, 1987 by Paul M. Combs, Jr. All Rights Reserved

Are you pointing out my path of reason?
or are you just trying to evade me with confusion?

Help Me – I’m so confused.

The Initial Shock
© November 26, 1986 by Paul M. Combs, Jr. All Rights Reserved

If you see the blast of the 5000 megaton bomb
You’ll see the last of the once a shinning sun
The thermal radiation will last for about a day
The remaining population will appear to be the slain
The toxic gases will last for about a year
You’ll live in fumes with darkness setting near
The world’s on fire with coldness setting in
You’re just desire is to fight for survival and win
The contagious epidemics are those that you will dread
With consumptive shortages you’ll be sure to end up dead
These are the trying times of a nuclear war
These governmental crimes add these to your lore
This is to list a few of a nuclear doom
I dread this war too; I’m not going to stay in my room
I’ll fight for freedom, but not for a governmental cause
I’ll fight to survive, and not for a nuclear loss.

All without a Reason
© July 11, 1986 by Paul M. Combs, Jr. All Rights Reserved

A winter without the snow
A summer without the heat
A spring without the cold
An autumn with leaves on trees
All without a reason
A cycle for the year
Are they errors of the seasons?
Or is the end drawing near.

A story without a moral
A poem without a rhyme
A critic with no editorial
A joke that hadn’t a punch line
All without a reason
The people can’t even laugh
Are these acts of treason?
Or foreshadowing the aftermath

A flower that has no floral
The plant that isn’t green
The reef without it’s coral
All that hasn’t been seen
All without a reason
Proven without a doubt
These cycles aren’t of season
They’ll just short and stout

An audio without an oral
A video without a screen
Multiples without their plural
Closed eyes without a dream
All without a reason
But the truth is yet to come
Can’t add without adhesion
So this end is the tally of my sum.

Shock Wave
© July 11, 1986 by Paul M. Combs, Jr. All Rights Reserved

Institutionalized for nothing that I did
They make me agree to lies
Then put electrodes in my head
50,000 volts pumping through my blood veins
They say it won’t hurt
But yet I feel the pain
Shock Wave – burning at my brain
Shock Wave – making me insane
They finally go a victim
The victim was me
There is no way that I can get them
Because I can not see
The smell of death is in the air
They say don’t worry but hell I’m scared
Shock Wave – there is nowhere to hide
Shock Wave – It’s eating my inside
It’s only electricity.

The Golden Parachute
© June 10, 1986 by Paul M. Combs, Jr. All Rights Reserved

Opium, Morphine, Marijuana
All three sing a happy tune
But if asked, say “I don’t want none.”
For nobody’s immune.
PCP, Coke, and Heroine
All give peace of mind
Your brain waves will resend
And you’ll lose all sense of time
This is the lesson of the day
You may take it as you may.

Misery
© June 10, 1986 by Paul M. Combs, Jr. All Rights Reserved

Misery is the sadness of knowing
Knowing a truth of your best friend
He with my girlfriend, I have seen
This situation, I can’t mend.

But life goes on
And the truth remains
I played the pawn
Now I wallow in pain

Misery drips from my eyes
My heart still beats
But I’ve died.

Revelations
© June 10, 1986 by Paul M. Combs, Jr. All Rights Reserved

I sit and stare at the wall
I’m trying to understand it all
There are many versions of the story
Some are happy; some are gory
I’ve heard it told over and over again
Any yet, I have a tendency to sin
In the Bible I have found
A book so profound
It relates to today’s peace
That’ll soon cease
The destruction of all the world
A fight to test man’s true morals
All this I understand
Yet, there are questions I demand
How, when, where will this begin
I won’t know ’till my lights are dimmed.