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Breath Grave

 

 

The dead grave I breathe

 

Can’t save us from a drowning fate

 

Drowning in ourselves, we see a light

 

Of green that came to grab us from our depths

 

A hand we hold

 

To reach out and sing to us

 

As we rot

 

On our bed

 

Death was a hand

 

We never let go

 

Drowning in a sorrow

 

Of life.

 

Waking up one day,

 

The horizon is bright green

 

Streaks of us, floating in the sky

 

To take us away to

 

Northern lights

 

A breathing horizon

 

That sucks us into it

 

A breathing horizon that

 

Lets us breath into it

 

As we come to rest on our graves

 

And sing a song

 

Of confused joy

 

When we didn’t know

 

How we were going to die

 

 

 

City of Death

A city full of people, hanging from ropes

 

Nooses tied to get rid of life

 

2, 731, 571 people, 2, 731, 571 buildings

 

A person for each building, handing so high

 

The feet can’t touch the ground

 

A choking day

 

Holding loved ones in their arms:

 

Babies, pets, air

 

Their eyes are closed so gently

 

They can’t see their death

 

They only saw the life

 

Of 2, 731, 571 people

 

Hanging from life.

 

 

Emerging from a grave,

 

Her hand is cast in silver

 

The sun of silver

 

Shines brilliant light

 

For everyone to see her

 

A love

 

It spreads over the grave

 

As she sees herself

 

In a silver

 

Cast for her life

 

She smiles

 

At the silver people

 

Standing around her

 

She pulls them into her

 

And lets them lie with her

 

In her silver grave, the silver sun shining over

 

The dead.

 

 

A false way to strike out

Against life

Ended with the life

Striking itself out

Gn to live

A striking formation of rain, sand, snow

 

Swallows this country of the planet

 

As a figure

 

Is reborn amidst the chaos

 

Of life being born

 

Awake now to the world it sees,

It refuses to let the woman being held in its arms

Go

 

The figure will put her down in the sand

 

So that she may experience life

 

On nature’s earth

 

Learning to live

 

By herself.

 

 

City of Life

 

Hanging from their buildings, they need to come back to life

 

Reversing their lives, they feels death leave them behind

 

Their pasts, formed before them

 

They can see everything they ever wished to dream

 

When they were alive

 

A survival

 

They give to their babies and pets

 

So that animals and infants

 

Can carry on their life

 

When they grow up, in their arms

 

A city

 

Where everyone has their place in death

 

Where everyone had their place in life

 

Passed down

 

To the new generation

 

Passed down

 

To their companion animals

 

Passed down

 

To the animals of nature.

 

The new generation

 

Sees themselves

 

In the eyes

 

Of their parents.

 

 

Ribcage of Love

 

An open ribcage, open for examination

 

Love can be seen as the heart turns gray and dies

 

An empty soul, unable to reach anyone

 

An empty ribcage, the contents of a human

 

Emptied out

 

 

A feeling of nothing

A nothing feel

 

Confused, a ribcage has nothing to beat with

 

A dried-up heart, missing lungs

 

Too scattered to be found

 

Taken away,

 

The gray and dried heart still feels love

 

But there is nothing left,

 

So the life has no choice

 

But to travel in death

 

 

Pull on Life

 

 

A tugging rope, he tries to pull himself

 

Out from

 

A falling weight of suffering

 

He couldn’t escape from

 

The dying breeze of solitude

 

Life-fading from his mind

 

He feels nothing

 

But a need to escape

 

So he takes to the rope

 

To free himself of troubled grief

 

But his meaning of detah was all wrong

 

When his suffering was to climax

 

He realized and understood

 

The rope was no way to go out

 

Pulling on it to loosen himself

 

From a slow death

 

The pain has already set in

 

He will bleed into a hole he could never escape from

 

But…. The rope…. Was tied too loosely

 

Poor sap

 

He couldn’t get rid of his life if he tried!

 

 

But try, and try he might!

 

He gives up

 

Saying:

 

“My life isn’t worth this much hassle.”

 

 

And enters into his daydreams

 

And loving dreams

 

A place, far away,

 

Where he feels the sunshine

 

Shine on him.

 

His circle of death was complete

 

And left behind.

 

He couldn’t find death

 

And it was lost, looking for whatever it searched for.

 

 

A dream of colours.

 

 

The boy feels his vision go blind, there’s too much light to see

 

Isn’t there

 

 

Hello, Pet

 

 

Hello, animal pet

 

How are you doing, today?

 

Are you feeling alive and well?

 

You know, you’ll die a lot sooner than I will

 

Assuming everything goes well.

 

How does that make you feel?

 

Do you feel scared that you’ll die

 

In my arms?

 

I don’t want you to die

 

In my arms!

 

You should breath with me!

 

You’re no better than me,

 

Just because I’m a human, silly!

 

Breath, until I have to put you down

 

A love, I can give to your short life

 

 

 

Thanks for loving me

 

 

Black Hurricane

 

A black hurricane that sweeps life away in it

 

I must admit, I jumped in

 

A spinning motion shaking my thoughts out of my head

 

A spinning motion, shaking my thoughts loose from me!

 

How silly, I can’t believe I didn’t see

 

What was so still outside the black!

 

Falling through the wind, I can see

 

My thoughts fall out on the ground

 

Beneath me.

 

She picks them up for me,

 

And smiles

 

As she gives them to me as a gift.

 

 

Light Hurricane

 

Spun around in circles, I pick myself up

 

And dust the black of me

 

A gift…. I felt it was Christmas

 

How nice. I can breathe.

 

How nice. I can feel.

 

How nice. I see her.

 

How nice. The hurricane had changed its colours

 

A black, spiralling mess of death…. Look, her gift made it

 

Realize it had so much life left.

 

The gold of the wind

 

Is the only thing

 

That makes me truly smile!

 

 

Plant Suffering/Pollen Life

 

The plants turned brown on the beach

 

Even the sun couldn’t warm them too life

 

The plants turned brown in the sand

 

They had been misplaced; they had nowhere to grow out of.

 

Screaming; silent, but sharp in their “lungs” and “heads”

 

There really isn’t any place for them to scream into

 

The sea doesn’t listen.

 

Pollen that swoops out in motions of spirals

 

Cancelling out the current of tropical air

 

There really was no feeling

 

To the beach plants dying

 

But, maybe they can absorb under the sand

 

And live again

 

Under the sea’s beach.

 

 

Cloudy Massacre/Falling Wind

 

Clouds seen numerous in the sky, like they would suffer

 

From overpopulation

 

Population control from a rainstorm

 

A crazy amount of rain, to flood the earth

 

With what it needs to live

 

A rainy sky, to take out the population

 

In vast numbers

 

Medieval times, peasants left to die by the ruling class

 

Sad, but something had to happen.

 

There’s more clouds than there are

 

Animals and humans.

 

There’s more disarray in their structures

 

Then there are with a person’s personality.

 

 

A wild rain, lets the clouds take part in a medieval massacre

 

So that peasants can be taken away with water

 

And so kings and queens can emerge

 

To rule over a sky of a dissonant personality

 

Sounds that seem to see

 

 

The Valley of a Monkey

 

In a natural world, a monkey

 

With green, emerald eyes

 

A golden body

 

Deep-black flesh

 

Lives out it’s life,

 

A barren tundra, so dry

 

Avoiding predators and seeking food and mates

 

Sex and food, as it climbs trees up high

 

To find what it eats

 

 

The Hyena’s Valley

 

A pack of laughing hyena’s

 

That will eat the monkey

 

Wandering by itself, the monkey is terrified

 

Of a barren tundra, so dry

 

Of the hyenas that dare to chase it down

 

Fleeing for its life, it runs right into one of the predators

 

The hyena laughs with mania

 

Before it eats

 

The golden body, green-emerald eyes, dark-black fleshed monkey

 

With a torn-off face

 

To end its life

 

Mania ensuring among the crazed, starved animals

 

The pack leads the way

 

To taking turns to devour the pretty monkey’s

 

Ended life.

 

 

Such is the way of this natural world

 

There’s….

 

Nothing sad about the pretty monkey’s death.

 

 

A World of Nature

 

Life born, killed by predator

 

Life born, not removed

 

Predator dies from hunger

 

Uncivilized, but what does it mean?

 

It means everything, for these violent creatures

 

Who seem to care so little about taking a other’s life.

 

 

The Place (Where Sleep Dwells)

 

A place, people wonder about

 

That they can only feel in their sleep

 

A swirling mass of dreams, that ecsape them when they die

 

Seeing what troubles them, they realize there is no way to save themselves

 

But to help themselves, well that’s different

 

If only they could reach out for their dreams

 

And see what could be their saviour

 

But the dreams…. So far

 

Only in death will they reach their love

 

So, how to live out your days fearing something that will die without you?

 

Easy.

 

Look to the sun, look to the moon

 

Watch them turn silver

 

In your dreams

 

Watch them turn gold

 

In your visions of death

 

That lets you feel your passage

 

A little more comforting

 

 

Where what you see with your visions, is where a flower you never knew existed

 

 

Is growing and starting it’s life.

 

 

Don’t be sad for it.

 

 

It can’t see you

 

 

Why would you shed tears

 

 

When no one can see….?

 

 

The Place (There is No Sleep)

 

A place, where no one wants to sleep

 

A living romance, full of red

 

A colour that lets you and her see

 

A love that will last years, and memories

 

That will be remembered

 

When a life’s fantasy finally and sadly

 

Fades away.

 

 

Lost, but remembered

Forever.

 

 

Flower’s Centre

 

She sees a flower’s centre, showing herself in a reflection no one but she can see.

 

It’s like she’s imagining

 

It’s like she sees herself in a mirror

 

I think she heard once from somewhere

 

That a mirror improves the ability to think

 

Looking into the pollen of a plant,

 

She believes the flower

 

Shows her life story in it’s centre.

 

The Garden

 

A simple garden, overbearing with weeds and flowers

 

Green, the mask of the garden.

 

A gardener, the one who kept the garden alive.

 

Looking after it day by day

 

Having to move into a new safe home

 

Mr./Ms./gardener leaves the garden of green behind.

 

Left by itself the garden had nothing to do but just cry, without it’s love partner.

 

 

It can’t keep green alive.

 

Dying over the days of the move, it feels itself become a human death.

 

Letting itself fade, away from a neglecting master

 

Long since forgotten what she had planted and grown.

 

At a new home, the gardener dies

 

Sometime a year later.

 

 

Life Remembered

 

What was once life vanished before my eyes.

 

In a glow of sun we could see nothing as something was taken away.

 

What we lost was truly a part of life.

 

But maybe that wasn’t as bad

 

As we thought it was.

 

 

Maybe in the day

 

There was a beginning waiting to be touched.

 

No Day Outside

 

When time stands still and the wind blows me again on a day, I feel I have a home again.

 

Just me and the day. Nothing else.

 

My home is seen through the rain, where life awaits for me.

 

No need to worry.

 

No need to hide.

 

There’s only

 

A day waiting for us.

 

 

Black

 

I really have nothing to say.

 

You could fade to black any moment

You could fade to black in front of me

Any moment

The final sleep

There would be nothing left

As I watched you die

 

Sleeping, suddenly.

A black vision

Where you and I can’t see anything

 

We never saw it coming.

 

A flash of black, leading us to death.

 

…. So sad.

 

 

What Is Left (In Black)

 

After a suffering, it seems the world fades to be anything

 

After a suffering, it seems the grim reaper is tired of collecting souls

 

There’s nothing to grab, nothing to hold onto

 

Only someplace empty, where dead are thrown into

 

 

When the flash of black hit us, we couldn’t see anything

 

But someone was holding you and I

 

In strong arms

 

To take us away

 

To blackness

 

Or an afterlife

 

Maybe too dark too see

 

Maybe too removed from humanity

 

To be considered human

 

 

What would we be, there?

 

Angels? Demons?

 

Nothing?

 

Black? Blackness?

 

 

When the flash of black hit, we cried inside

 

Someone was taking her away

 

I could feel the transgender’s arms around me, too

 

 

Death has no sexual preference.

 

 

But the flash of black was her final goodbye.

The flash of black was our final goodbye.

 

Life is black, now.

 

A black life has no fear or sadness.

 

I don’t think she has a worry to feel dying.

 

 

Sleep, Death

 

Close eyes at night, a black flash.

 

Close eyes when time is up, a black flash.

 

At night, at death…. You wake up.

 

 

The morning is a gift.

 

 

So…. The Morning

 

So, it’s morning.

 

What has been the feeling

 

You had lived

 

Of your colours of life.

 

 

You can tell me

 

There’s no one here to hear….

 

But I’m not sure if I can see you

 

In the black outside.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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