The Rose

"The Rose"

"The Rose"
by Mark Kaven Lazaro


Verily, verily Thou possess the great beauty

The bees are surrounding thee that want to feel the chase

Thou entice thee yet thou get their madly charity

As you move through the air like they really want to taste

Verily, verily a bee that could be won thee

He is able to conquer his thousands of foe
Deceive him not for you have thorns behind leaves of thee
Like the great man who fell and rolled his eyes to his toe  

The Cry of Brown Men

"The Cry of Brown Men"

by Mark Kaven Lazaro

Many years we own this land
we cherish, we protect this

Many spears were raised 

Then brown men cried "This is ours!"

The bloods were shed and spilled

In the soil where we stand on

Bows and arrows defended

Against the white and yellow

Many names were written down

Known for their love for the land

Lead it not to vanity

Fellows fight  for what is ours

"The Air" 

by Mark Kaven Lazaro

"Fly Boy"

by Mark Kaven Lazaro

"A Feather"

by Mark Kaven Lazaro

"A Feather"

A Feather

by Mark Kaven Lazaro

A feather came from a bird that flew

Flying through the air to reach the ground

Here is a girl running to catch it

She is giving her full best to get

"I was on the sparrow's wings fly high

Now I am here holding by a child

I was one of them that beautifies

Now I am useless unlike before"

From the soft little hands there it lies

She is happily playing with it

This girl enjoys the waste part of bird

A feather  came from greatness that flew