“Learn to light a candle in the darkest moments of someone’s life. Be the light that helps others see; it is what gives life its deepest significance.” – Roy T. Bennet

Posts tagged ‘death’

I Have So Many…

I have so many dreams, not just the kind in which I am flying or people are dying around me and I’m just sitting there, eating bananas. I also have those dreams in which I am doing something great in the future, or something in the future, whether by your definition of great or by mine. I want to get married and have a lot children and be a cookie baker of a mother. I want to travel the world but have a home base where I can return to and know that I have security in a foundation. I want to be wise, and know people. I want to be able to look into somebody’s eyes and realize they have the weight of the world on their shoulders, and I want to be able to help them. I want people to need me for what I have to offer. I want to grow old. I want to have grandchildren and great-grandchildren all looking up to me and coming over to my house to be spoiled. I don’t want to be anything typical, I want to create a new example of typical, and when I die, people can say, “Yes, she was a daughter, she was a mother, she was a grandmother. But that is not all she was. She was the warmth of the flame, the lamp in the dark, and the smell of the sea.”

Well-Wishers

I’m here for the music

And not for the fear

That creeps up behind

And cuts off the air

Here for believing

In places beyond

Not for the whistle

And blood of a sword

~

A soul can sing

When it’s been freed

And sit above

To watch the march

Of the black dressed women

And the deathbed bearers

And the well-wishers

Sorry for your loss

The well-wishers

Sorry for your loss

~

I’m here for the music

And not for the fear

That creeps up behind

And cuts off the air

Here for believing

In places beyond

Not for the whistle

And blood of a sword

~

With good things said

Of him that fell

A flower’s dropped

On bended knee

But the dark red rose

Cannot bring back life

For a world as lonely

As could be

A world as lonely

As could be

~

I’m here for the music

And not for the fear

That creeps up behind

And cuts off the air

Here for believing

In places beyond

Not for the whistle

And blood of a sword

~

I’m here for the music

And not for the cry

That wrenches hope

From which is lies

Here for believing

Before the sight

Not for the voices

Of a haunted night

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Unnamed

He told his story like it was brand new

For the hungry children to listen to

He cleared his throat and he took his time

Because sitting there was all they could do

They left behind all their pains and worries

And imagined life as it was meant to be

As they whistled softly to the minstrel’s music

They thought of places that they couldn’t see

While the world grew colder than ever

You could see it in their eyes that they didn’t feel a thing

And the man was sad when it was over

So he sang another song and left them to their dreams

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Suicidal

Are you certain all is well

Standing in the path of a train?

The truth: I didn’t know

It was you the first moment I came

Years can do a lot

And people are gonna be changed

And fate doesn’t stop

No matter the reason you beg

I left you in peril

Captive of your cowardly mind

If running is all you’ve got

Then be glad I got here in time

To save the disillusioned

Trying to take his own life

But in the end what exactly

Was the freedom you were hoping to find?

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Pickle Jar

they’ll tell you life is good here and dare you to say otherwise

as they go and steal a pickle jar to hold their savings in

it’ll stay as dry and empty as it was when it was found

but it sits there to remind them to save a buck someday

is it hard to believe that destiny

brought me to this city

where children cry and cease to be

part of the living

and the women walk in the night time

wishing they would meet somebody

and the men lose hope with the fading light

and drown in their misery

they’ll tell you life is good here and dare you to say otherwise

as they stand in line for soup so that their families may eat

it will last a couple days up to a week if they wanted

so dies a hungry mother and the unborn child inside

is it hard to believe that destiny

brought me to this city

where children cry and cease to be

part of the living

and the women walk in the night time

wishing they would meet somebody

and the men lose hope with the fading light

and drown in their misery

one by one, freedom will take them

two by two, the windows will close

and near their little graveyard a vacant house will stand

boarded up and buried deep in the minds of passing friends

and on a broken shelf above their only chair

there sits an empty pickle jar that nobody could fill

 

 

© 2011 singinthebreeze.wordpress.com

State of Denial

battle lines were drawn in this place

it’s beautiful in the darkest of ways

i’ll write names in the dirt

and sit awhile

and watch for the dead to rise

~

in a state of denial i will wait

with rubble right beside me

and dust on my feet

here i stay

and turn a blind eye

to what made it this way

and i’ll wait…

i will wait…

~

each side feared the other side

and both were wrong and right

but my opinion is opinions

should keep to themselves

or have the good kings fight it out – on their own

~

in a state of denial i will wait

with rubble right beside me

and dust on my feet

here i stay

and turn a blind eye

to what made it this way

and i’ll wait…

i will wait…

~

and forget the past and the present

and the blood and the sweat

that drips off my face

and washes the dust off my feet

and i’ll laugh…

i will laugh…

at a joke i’d forgotten ’til today

~

in a state of denial i will wait

with rubble right beside me

and blood on my feet

here i stay

and turn a blind eye

to what made it this way

and i’ll wait…

i will wait…

 

 

© 2011 singinthebreeze.wordpress.com

Monroe

What was I

When I was living?

A symbol

Of something dirty

Everyone craved it

Nobody liked it

Once they got there

 

I was there

 

I was dressed in white

That turned black

I made a world

I hated

Outside I seemed fine

But inside

Inside I was breaking

 

I was broken

 

I smiled

Of course it was fake

That was the last

Because three is

A magic number

I knew it

They knew it

 

I was there

 

 

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