I am buried in the cemetery of the living

Watching mournfully

As I lose out waiting

Waiting for a cause

To match these effects

I am dying in the

Cemetery of the living

He walks by with

A cold breath at his side

The flower has died

Wondering where I lie

Its hard for a heart to beat

When your surrounded by graves

Graves holding the living

That little girl passed

The one I once was and

She kicked the dirt of my grave

And smiled

Told me I had a choice

To rise and play

Or remain the same

Dying in the cemetery

Of the living

Coincidence stood by

Forcefully shedding a tear

But Shrugged his shoulders

He had shown up, pointing the way,

So many times

But I forgot how to listen

Slowly I sank into my grave

Where I am now living

Living so still in this shallow shell of mine

My soul rose up

Bored of my demise

And decided to join the life of the living

I am here empty where most

Lifeless souls do die

But I beg

Pull me up

Push me out

Into the world of the living

Because I would rather die living

A Life Lived Terminally

Life
Being love
Is Destroyed by allowance
Which begins with the struggle
As it is kept closed
In secret
Deceived and cold
When released
Reborn into battle
Now open
Yet bound by spite
Enters masked
Expected to avenge ghosts
Too weak
Weak from excessive
Impotent
Rapture
To its end
Lost Now
Led here by neglect
To the valley
of
Lost Love

Farewell

My opinions aren't that bitter
A son said to his dad.
Patience applied over your conclusions
Will make it sweeter as to where I stand
But you sneek in the quick sand
And revel in my decline
The moment I was conceived
Is when your forethought cemented in mind
So, It seems it has always been
Of those with less worry for wear
Could not possibly have a breath
Worthy of your ear to bear
I say these last few words
As I clentch a hope in mind
That part of what I speak
Will find its way to you in time
"The make up of who you are not
Is pulled by who you are to be
And with a bit of momentum
Your acceptance may finally see
I am who I am
I am who I think up to be
Every part of who I am
Changes with the hate you push in me
So as the day now closes
And the night relinquishes too
I will no longer be drawn down
By the dissappointments projected from you"

Hoping for More

How can the day

Ever 

Give you

Anything

When you wake up thinking

"I do not want!"

How can the night

Ever

Replenish your 

Hopes

When you fall asleep 

Wishing

"Why couldn't the day have..?"

Both night and day

Work with such a palette

Painting your picture

With black

     and white

Giving you

Exactly

What you wished for,

Nothing!

Thank you
You are more than I know
More than you know
And one day
Maybe tomorrow
You will smile
Seeing that I am right
Feeling
What I have known
All along
What you have been
All along
Amazing!

The Beggar

As it so often does happen

         The day forced its way

Onto the beggar

         Enriching his pay

He asked not of the sun

         How much he may keep

Yet he threatened its life

         As it retreated to leave:

“How dare you tempt us

With the beauty of light

Then forgo us this privilege

As you relinquish to night”

The sun continued its smile

         Onto the face of his shame

Knowing that not man

         But ignorance is to blame

The sun drenched Earth

         With its much needed rest

Bowed to the sun

         For doing its best

The beggar, the fool,

         Screamed out at its withdrawal

Claiming the sun a coward

         As it welcomed its own fall

As day said good night

         The sun added a plea:

“Make peace with the night

         For clarity to ring”

The sun knows that darkness

         Saves man by binding his will

Of living through a gilded sense        

         Of a visional thrill

The beggar so deaf

         And orally blind

Heard nothing of the sun

         As night took hold of his mind

Soon the earth began its rest

         The wind took its own lead

And began to fill the night’s silence

         With healing whispers of need

Birds calm in nests

         Trusting trees to hold them tight

Butterflies wings rest

         In the stillness of night

The grass of the earth

         Swayed to the beat

Emanating renewal

         Beneath the beggars abandoned feet

The wind encircled his thoughts

         And carried them free

Allowing the beggar

         To feel without need

His body let go

         On the hold within itself

His senses flew beyond

         His skeptical shelf

As silence drenched

         His once polluted mind

He began to feel with purity

         For the very first time

So the beggar has learned

         Or noted at best

The mind should be given

         A much needed rest

For although light spills its beauty

         It can also flood the mind

With polluted perceptions

         Of an ignorant mind        

He vowed to walk in light

         Closing his windows of deceit

And reclaim his adventure

         Befriending his once neglected feet

He began to walk the Earth

         Never asking for more

Using his mind less

         And never again feeling poor

        

        

Under and Over

Understanding

Is overstated

For

If I am below someone

And

They are overshadowing me

I begin to underestimate

My ability to oversee

Their understatements

But if I undertake

This task

With the objective

Of an overview

I may see

That they are

Misunderstood

And Therefore I now

Understand