You have been at my side since birth Quiet observant relative You were in the ceiling panels of the hospital when my last rites were read at 11 Keeping me company through the pain You were at the surface when I had lake water enter my lungs at 12 Your hands held my head together during the assault of boots at 17 You have sat next to me when family members passed, friends were lost, pets were put to sleep.
I breath with you and share thoughts with you. You are not grim as others imagine You are compassionate and wise Thank you for your guidance You have shown me the beauty of life.
This life has snubbed the bloom like a thick brown sac thrown on the sod. An octogenarian tries to slice the hope indulgingly to achieve immortality! Was it a virile snarl? A rose bud wrenched open in a fatherless home.
She sits there looking so cold and alone But somewhere under there, There beats a heart Beneath all the black and chrome The smooth lines that glimmer Soft but sharp in the night Are begging you to play the game
Death is truly traitorous It is highly cancerous; But dealing adventurous With animals herbivorous. Death is truly traitorous It is highly decorous With examples numerous Of behavior scabrous. Death is truly traitorous It is highly glamorous Though itself timorous As
To celebrate a beautiful sin on the green lake a sequelae starts a covetous lust of white skulls, discovering oneself was as exciting as the fondling of breast for the first time – innocent graveside, road burning stretching to throbbing