We shall fear death to stay alive
and face the shadows to see the light-
As pain brings peace,
nor wrong or right
we twist our senses,
to live our lives with such pretenses
in restless minds our soul to appease
when facing death we learn to live.
Not finished, but a part of me just gone,
left behind in many places
pieces scattered, broken traces
of who I was, a beginning of an end
as I dream of life foregone.
I am not finished but sometimes
I can see far in the distance
how my life in just one instance
disappears around the bend.
And the game in the last quarter
will be played until it defines
if all the traces left behind
either saves me or condemn.
A Road that Twists
A road that twists around and round
with every step on wearing ground
I’m farther now from such reprieve
amid my dreams and what achieved.
And time has formed a hardened crust
around my heart that slowly bled
with twists and turns that lay ahead
where I’ll become the shifting dust.
I hanged my hope in many places
where time sometimes misplaces
life in broken parts,
and broken I become as well
as those who quietly dwell
with broken hearts-
But hope is deaf and blind
such pain in love entwined
so easily discards
when hanging hope in places
that leaves such painful traces
if love so quick departs.
Compromise when you have to
but sometimes, stand like a tree
strong through the ages to be-
Flexing, not breaking
to the passing of time,
for in moments of making
what you do, who you are will define.
What shall I do with all this freedom?
Time set between sunrise and sunset
and what I want and what could get
without leftover worries or obligations
unraveling a life with simplifications
for nothing I must do unless I choose,
nothing left to pay with years past due
if only one to love twenty four seven,
I can stretch around in my own heaven
and be the person I wanted to become
while madness around possessing some
when the only challenge to overcome
is what shall I do with all my freedom?
I wonder if in death we take dreams
somewhere in our cells scattered loose
through the years, dreams we choose
to feed our souls and become a light,
and maybe in death to shine the way
by dreams we take to eternal night
and shape a heavens that we pray
becomes in death a life of dreams.