A breath before dying
The days seem long, the years go fast
ephemeral, it cannot last
life, love, the memories you share
dream of forever if you dare;
blink and the present becomes past
the days seem long, the years go fast
the path behind a vivid guide
death lies ahead, you cannot hide;
you gave your life for this moment
was it worth it? Do you own it?
the days seem long, the years go fast
the echos of yesteryear are vast;
do you rejoice in existence?
Meet time's passage with resistence?
Enjoy it all! The die is cast!
the days seem long, the years go fast.
summer rain.
The heat of summer days dies fast
Dew lingers here as sticky sweat
I watch the little boats sail past
The saccharine heat suffocates
Ravens haste by the prided sun
The heat of summer days dies fast
The frigid rain crashes and runs
Why didn’t I see the storms brew
My hands don't hold me as yours cast
The rain is choking down my throat
The heat of summer days dies fast
I miss the warmth of smiles now lost
There are new hues the rains revealed
I’ve learned to breathe without heats breath
The sweet smell of fresh pavement pealed
The heat of summer days dies fast
the Fall
The air was cleared. It was the fall
When someone had informed us all.
We ran to see, hearts on our sleeves,
Effused were we with sense of pall.
The planes came down from all around,
The air was cleared. It was the fall.
This wasn’t mere coincidence.
These acts were sure intentional.
Ay, wat’ry graves were adequate
To lay these ruffians to rest.
The air was cleared. It was the fall.
No eye had seen such sight before.
Each year, we turn our thoughts to this
And honor what ensued after.
Pearl Harbor harbored more than pearls.
The air was cleared. It was the fall.
A Lot to Take In
I know it's a lot to take in
My omnipotence to crush you
You're correct to feel safe with me
While our rapport remains intact
My omniscience allows whole truth
I know it's a lot to take in
I can follow your thoughts and whims
Vigilant for errant desires
My omnipresence--thousand eyes
To see you and watch over you
I know it's a lot to take in
But I'll be there when you falter
Omnifarious, I am all
These things to overpower you
To outthink and see you always
I know it's a lot to take in
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Souvenir
A souvenir for my carved soul,
The moment freezes as I fall.
You let us burn in the hallway,
I staggered through flames, you didn't stay.
All the shades incurved in my mind,
A souvenir for my carved soul.
A ray from outside makes a sign,
Tarnishing this scene, so dismal.
The sounds resonate through my core,
The rattle when you made us unmorred,
A souvenir for my carved soul,
Smirching when we were etheral.
And I muffle my screams in your sheets,
Your scent makes me bend to my feet,
Salt streams incept my renewal,
A souvenir for my carved soul.