Yes,When I get where I belong.Within her warm, loving, tender arms.I will shed many, many tears.To release both pain and joy.Yes,For I've been waiting many years.For her to enter my life.I have her still within my heart.This truth I simply can't hide.Yes,I've given away many precious things.For her to come my way.She's the beat of … Continue reading Yes: John Oross

I keep emptying,glass after glass,trying to forget,what I recall.Some memories are,NOT worth keeping.After all… Memory is indeed,a funny thing.We live out,lives making them.But without love,nothing is remembered.After all… I’ve kept giving,hoping for love.Made many millions,for other people.I am unknown,without a dime.After all… I’ve been homeless.I’ve been kind.I’ve been ruthless.I’ve been happy.

Early in the morningNot sure where you’ve beenDrinking yourself to oblivion.To forget the pain within.It’s a rough road.When your love goes cold.No use in pretendingThis story is old. We’ve been down,Down, down, down…We’ve been down this road. Every night you’re drinking,Hoping to forget your plight.Holding onto good times,Trying to make things right.But in the end;You … Continue reading We’ve Been Down This Road: John Oross

Their fates have already been sealed.Both houses have merged through money.The few threw down their Kings.So a few can rule instead.Paper will never win versus love.For this is not a game. I tried to give for free,Towards all who came to me.But that isn’t enough for them.My soul is what they want.To saddle me with … Continue reading Wandering Thoughts: John Oross

When it began;There’s no way of knowing.Everything seems to be going,WRONG! When will it end?There’s no way of knowing.Everything seems to still be going,WRONG! Where’s all the love?We need it now that the market’s down!We need some love!Where’s our food going to come from? The time is now;This is when the strong keep going.Even they … Continue reading Where’s All the Love?: John Oross

As the trees bend and sway,A silent fear does take hold.You know what’s coming your way,His name uttered, within stories old. Judgement day, truths to be told,Ha has come at long last!As your defenses start to fold,His verdict shall come to pass. As you take your last breath,His scythe starts to come down!As you embrace … Continue reading Truth’s We All Shall Own: John Oross

Although poppies grow row on row, we sadly reap what in truth we sow. They are the dead; and time does fly. We tend to repeat; the dead don't lie. War is the absence of love and reason. No matter the time, place or season. The dead cry out, why must it repeat? We are … Continue reading In Every Field: John Oross