TILL THERE IS NOTHING LEFT

I wish to walk the earth and leave a mark
I wish to sing songs whose echo will enchant the eternity
I want to live long enough to burn brighter than the sun
For my breath was named after thunder fire and life
I want to live long enough to love you
Touch you in in ways no human words or hands have
Mould you to be as beautiful as a beauty can be
I want to live long enough to see where the winds come from and the oceans they settle in
I want to dance the dance of the living
When it is done there should be no dance left within me
I want to dance to every bit of every beat
With every bit of every bone
So when the song of the living done for me
I won’t miss a replay
I want to dance the dance like no other human
I want all that till there is nothing left

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OVERSTAYED VISIT

You don't need me So I thank you for the good you have done I say it in silence That way you will not sense the silent good bye It hurts me that our business in your face is done But I will remember we were brothers I will pray for you For my prayer is that you fly high and steady in the strong winds I will not forget that you helped me And the much I am or will be will acknowledge you But tonight I will pack what I can And leave your house brother Not groaning For all of us are guests in each others lives In my case I must have overstayed my visit I hope love never grows old I will find peace when it thrives again But now It is obviously used. YOU CAN READ MORE

THE PARADOX

The fact that the reason to hold on is bigger than the reason to give up Does not trivialize your pain The fact that you neither shed a tear nor made a sound Does not mean you never cried The fact that you smiled all through the ceremony does not mean you were happy The fact that you are alive and happy Does not mean you aren't dead A strange ghost animating your body Not your dream self The fact you woke up with a plan Does not mean you aren't drifting through life The fact that you love a song Does not mean it makes you happy The fact that you woke when the alternative seemed lucrative Tells that you have outsmarted the paradox once more

KINDRED

I wish I had a friend Whose loyalty would never bend Walk with me miles on end Be plain and never pretend A cynic who would blend But to me be a kindred A spirit that knows me Keep me and my secrets just as I would To the very end

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