I used to think that fireflies
Were stars that fell too far
Out of the skies
And now I know the genus, the species.
The chemical that makes them glow,
And the chemical composition.
I wish I didn't.
I used to think that christmas day
I could never let myself forget
And yet I lost count anyway
Now I have praise to give and
thanks to say for the holidays.
Snow and sleet, hail and hell.
Get the gifts that they can't tell.
I used to think that the sun
Would blush bright red from what night said
And run
But now, I know just where it goes.
How far away it is, the elements that compose
It, the reactions inside. The way it writhe
Sometimes it seems
all of the dreams
are just that.
To live a life
of complete satisfaction
beyond reproach.
To take the time
for space in mind
to make the final thought.
Go to the place
were you feel safe
and face the fate.
Just make the choice
to pick the place
that means the most
to your
soul.
One day I went away
no longer here to stay
madness creeping
sadness seeping
deep into my veins.
Forever never more to see
laughter bubble up in me
sinister vision
twisted mission
life has dealt to me.
Parting skies of darkened clouds
sunlight scatters on the ground
storm is ending
God is sending
hope, the angels sing aloud.
Returning joy, I feel your presence
deep in me the effervescence
I survive
love alive
happiness in efflorescence.
I fell, you helped me up, but pushed me back down.
I lost my way, you found me, but left me alone in a strange place.
I reached out to you for help, you offered your hand, then pulled it away.
I followed your rules, you applauded my effort, then wrote new ones.
I was sinking in quicksand, you pulled me out with a stick, then beat me with it.
I was stabbed in the back, you pulled out the knife, then plunged it into my heart.
I decided to quit, you begged me to stay, then fired me.
I stood at the edge, you gave me reason not to jump,
then you picked me up,
and threw me off.
Where once was blood a flower grows,
not just any, but a rose.
So delicate but filled with thorns
a tribute to the bodies torn.
Upon this spot the soil knows
of beings lost to senseless wars.
Angry people caring not
of lives destroyed and carnage wrought.
Summer days turned darkest skies
by mournful wails and babies cries.
Fought in vain for senseless gain
of oil, power, foolish schemes.
Butchered as the lambs in spring
gone forever hopes and dreams.
Fallen hard upon this place
the mindless chasm filled with waste,
left to bleach in searing sun
the bones of those claimed by no one.
The flesh returns into the dust
which with