graveyard
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A moment gives life
Twists us to pain
Grants us reward
Redemption
A moment strips us of dreams not yet had
And sure enough we can all fall in collective defeat
Tested and tried and discouraged, I dried my cheeks with my head hanging low.
I manifested a truth, blessed with courage, i died in defeat, then my corpse began to grow.
A dreary cold and time forgot
Winter wonders the sky does dot
Silver flakes of falling snow
Rings above the ground below
The darkened stones worn with time
That bear the name that once was mine
Once, in a graveyard full of light
Filled with tombs and cement angels like
Crowded teeth in a fish’s mouth
Stained green by time
Laughter and music and love notes
I sit in the parking lot of a.drive in diner.
There's a fluorescent light attracting moths and other bugs. I see them flying frantically around, trying to reach the light, darting in and off, too quickly to cause much harm.
In this meadow of Indians,
comes a howl from pale winds,
one that whispers to the trees,
who slump deformed,
longing to sway in patches
of thin pokes of wild flowers,
with nervous dragonflies,
Softest petals, red as blood,
blossoming with hate and love.
Lying in a bed of snow
that bends and weaves, that blooms and grows.
As time goes by,
You stand and ponder,
"When will I die?"
So you wonder.
As you wander through the graveyard,
You ask yourself,
"Why is life so hard?"
You say to oneself.
An isolated graveyard
only death to keep his guard
willow trees rustle and moan
grieving for decaying bone
spirits hiding in the mist
just the souls of the pain-kissed
hiding behind name-carved stone
Thousands of tombstones filled my sight
Millions more are covered by the night
Bodies of humans rot underground
As the world continues to spin around
Creepy crawlies trample the pillows
Of those who are long lost
Some are visited by grieving whispers
And others still lay where they were first tossed
Smoky fog rises from the ground
Dry bones, bleached bones, pearly white
Shies away from heav’ly light
Laughs and scorns the angels flight
Dry bones smiling, embrace the night.
Dry bones, burnt bones, glowing red
There I am.
Rain pouring.
Dusk is upon the horizon.
Standing still, breathing. Just Breathing.
I look up at the Marble Statue of Christ.
Innocence wilts,
tulips in a graveyard.
No hope left
to flutter slowly by.
Rays of sun can no longer
bring her back to life.
