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Death forever Death will come, death will go
Be with sword, poison or by bow
The soul is the key, the key to life
Taken away by the slit of a knife
The soul guard, the immortal keeper
Is the black one we call the reaper
Death is not the end, nor a restart
It is a healer to bones or broken heart
We say its bleak, we say it’s dark
Really it’s where you leave your mark
For one other to carry on towards the fray
Then like the cycle, they will die one day
Not black nor bleak
Not a giving-up or sign of meek
Death is death in all its glory
This is death’s forever story
The end you say no, never
But death will be here,
Forever and ever


Ocean Play

Once a year and only once
Once must last us twelve long months
Once a year we see the oceans blue-green
Its waters so restlessly serene
Once a year we go
To see the oceans ebbs and flow
From high noon to sun down
Mom lets loose and acts the clown
So just that single, ocean and sunny day
All we do is let loose and play
For those few wonderful hours
We play in the water, and pick ocean flowers
It like my fairy tale dream to be
To live in a cottage next to the sea
But until that day
Once a year we come to the ocean and play



Countless times

“Countless times” I say
Over the day, that’s all I say
Countless times I speak
In tones from anger to meek
You abuse me, you bruise me
You hit and accuse me
After you’re done, the tears fall
I cuddle you and say it’s not your fault at all
Every day countless times it is this way
Every morning I awake and say
“Countless times, every day”
It’s a pattern of pain
But my pain keeps you sane
So I let you beat me
Hoping one day you will see
That I will say it till the message is through
“Countless times” means I love you


Silence

It is the music of the dead
It is the words left unsaid
For reasons better left alone
It haunts us like the dying’ moan
A curse place on this earth
The curse of a stillborn birth
It is the simple question we can’t solve
Over human time it has not evolved
All the same for all of time
The sound of the unsaid rhyme
Nothing is that simple sound
Does sound happen when we’re not around
But what is the name of this
Oh, yes, silence



Laugh

A paradox, you may say
That I can laugh on this day
For this is the day, once a year
Where we only morn, and shed a tear
But that is not how it should be
Everyone knows that is not how she
Would ask us to remember her
Though sadness instead of mirth
With thoughts of death
Instead of mirth
Laugh, she screams from above
Like the silent cooing of a dove
Be happy, and fun
Never waste a day in the sun
That is what she would say
She would ask that we all
Laugh on this day


Cold

It always there
Sitting bare
Waiting for that feeling of dread
Waiting for you to drop dead
It’s dark and cruel
But only evil to the fool
For those who see it and know it’s there
Will be judged true and fair
It rides the winds from the north
Bringing sickness and remorse
You shiver when you feel it
You cough when you breathe it
But it will always be there
Sitting in it corner bare
And we need it to survive
For the Cold take’s the week’s live