Lulling you to slumber

a repetitive rhythm

cooling your toes

in sunset tinges.

Hold your breath

to explore my depth.

When I lose my temper

walk away from me

until I wrap you

in harmony.

I’ll burnish your skin

and raise your heat,

leave your soul refreshed

without missing a beat.

Embracing you at dawn,

I’ll show you passion

again and again.

I’ll shift your emotions

and stir you in squalls,

I’ll toss you about

but you’ll rise

to the surface.

I’ll be there for you

I’m not going anywhere,

your’re deep within

my loving womb

as I give birth

to ebbing peace.

The paradise I found that woeful day,

brought unforeseen fortune upon my life.

It all began whilst running like a chased rabbit,

bouncing this way and that through the jungle.

I had heard of a place the locals dared not go,

there I hoped to escape deaths wrought iron grip.

The locals here did not accept the outside world,

my futile attempts to modernize them caused this day.

The jade river appeared as if summoned by my need,

the majestic beauty near stole my thoughts of clarity.

The locals would travel here for the healing power,

but far from the cave where the river came to an end.

In the folklore of the peoples past, that cave held great evil.

I had once approached the entrance, black fear held me back.

Fear now drove me into that place, spears grazed my very skin.

The dark so black your thoughts take form with open eyes .

I feared that I had met my end for a spear had run me through;

it seemed to disappear as the darkness engulfed my very thoughts.

My feet splashed through the warm water as I crashed into the cave.

The stale air, cooler than the water, caused a mist to cut the light.

The pain from the spear left me weary; loud waters kept me leery.

Looking back I could see light filter through the fog, voices echoed.

Then without warning my foot was swept away taking my body,

searing pain radiated out of me as the spear was pushed out.

Floating, nearly dead and only half conscious the water swift,

The roar of power consumed my thoughts; was it deaths voice?

Water began to cover my face, filling my lungs with liquid death.

Then a fall began, it was only a few milliseconds before darkness.

I woke sprawled out upon a rock in an eerie blue glow; gasping.

The coughing lasted a long while, near unconscious from a lack of air.

Remembering the spear, my hand shot to the place I had been pierced,

Not a single sign of the spear of deaths grip that had pierced my side.

The iridescent light was from within the water, eerily pretty.

This must be the golden place of transition, from life's grip to deaths arms,

yet the reality of this unfathomable place was far too tangible to be the end. 

It was the moments while contemplating life and death I found fortune.

I found a patch of natural light, radiantly glowing from under the blue.

I swam to the place and dove to see from where the light had come.

A hole in the rock, through it I swam, to come out into the ocean blue.

Years I searched but could not find the cave but life, my fortune it gave.

The days in the unrelenting stormy mist,

unnumbered like the days on that wretched ship.

Toiling as a slave of the devils torment;

starved of the bountiful riches of nutrient food.

The cargo of this ship of torments tide,

began to savagely haunt my harrowed soul of stone.

The screams of the poor women below,

pulled at the cords that held my hearts hateful ego.

Smuggling the vise of man's demise,

had brought me to a fateful cry out of the misty sea.

"There must be more than all the lies!"

My voice echoed about as if rebounding back to me.

The only other living soul on that ship,

screaming from atop the crow's nest near the bow.

"Turn 'er about, we are to run aground!"

But torments of my deeds left me frozen to the deck.

The crash was tremendous on the impact,

The man was hurled from the heights of the nest,

landing with a horrendous sound, "crack!"

The lifeless form a reminder of this life's mortality.

Here I lay on the haunted grave of Panayiotis.

The blessed ship of my sandstone hearts final demise.

For now under the radiant sun of Greece,

I lay tormented by my past deeds; heart beating true.

Everyone knew who she was

Excellent student - perfect daughter - intelligent young girl

Everyone knew she had a bright future

Becoming a doctor - a nurse - a teacher - a mother - a wife

But she hated that everyone knew what she wanted - and she didn't know what she desired

A boyfriend - friends - alerted parents - conscious people

She hated that her future was starting to become empty

No fun - no parties - no laughs - no dances - no thoughts

But everyone realized the mistakes she made

Failing a class - there was a secret - forgetting her assignments - she started crying - not eating properly - she wanted to vomit - not smiling again - she was dying

She hated the tiredness and realization of her status

She was once a good student - she was once a perfect daughter - she was once a intelligent young girl

She realized that she was breaking, that everything was a waist, that her time was cutting, that her dreams weren't coming.

She had cancer - heart cancer - advanced cancer

Everyone still wanted her to fight, to go to collage, to be someone

But days later she committed suicide

Everyone stopped talking about the young girl and kept their thoughts to themselves as they now realized - she had fought enough in life and it was time for her to breathe once again in the other life

R.I.P the fighters in this world and never judge people without knowing how they feel and what they've been through. . . Don't become a judge, become a friend.