Deep Poems

All good is the best way In evil the deeds we have to pay Life can be short with a smile Hate in life only brings denile In life we have a body The body is our soul In death we are but a ghost And spirit is free to walk The body builds emotion and thoughts But the spirit is free so the mind can clear So the thoughts in life we do learn In death with spirit are thoughts become cleared

My life of grief is filled with sorrow Death Is always at the end of tomorrow I have blindfolded myself away from sight Darkness of my thoughts begulf any light

The devil grips The mind slips In death i lay In guilt i pay Clouds are dark Those wolves and sharks With blood and teeth Holding a funeral heath Its grey and cold Stars start to fold I fall from grace Hate solid on my face Broken and ripped a part Stabbed now a bleeding heart my life is no good deed Love is the power i need

we were not thoughtless more so thought avoidant where if anything can be something it is no-thing spurning reality as it is for what we wished it could be egos so fragile we dared not look into our mirrors refraining from reflections we disdain preferring guises of peripheral neuropathy imagining we are the sun on a rainy day and calling that vision as if wishing were weather we built our houses from perhaps painted our doubts white and named the paint clarity no questions asked

When we give up all hope How does our minds react Do we fight for justice Do we become a victim of our Thoughts Is no hope turned into The last reasoning And the lasting reasoning is always violence The last reasoning is war The last reasoning is killing The last reasonimg Is our last hope

There are flowers growing inside me, Which I've been watering with all of my love I wish I could tell you; How much you meant to me. To prove the love- I'll pluck all the flowers growing inside me, And will give you a bouquet of Unsaid I love you.

our shadows seek us wanting to feel, to breathe again animate a living corpse shambling through a soulless life minds pop when programming stops melancholia descending as a funeral shroud a shared social psychosis when they perceive those truths once held so dear were manufactured never real and all they thought was real were hungry ghosts hiding in the shadows manifesting as electrons through telecom vectors sitting on your chest at night feeding on your fears hive mind

a smile and peace sign recorded for an instant to disappear in 24 hours as if it never happened her makeup was amateur compared to the professional job on the face of the body in the background the older ones scowled the younger ones waiting in line pulled out their phones texting friends a continent away who sent a picture of their last supper doom scrolling events in places they don’t live of people they don’t know like skipping a water stone they only touch the surface the story of the life that was reduced from a deep ocean to a mere 6 feet

i hold my grief Torn on a choral reef My thoughts, so shallow The earth ,not fallow A striding thought A lesson taught No time or peace Just grief to unleash My shell is my shield Mind closed to open fields My thoughts debate Grief with love and hate

The father the sun The mother the moon The world the child The father the warmth The mother the love Both are needed To bring a child up good The sun and the moon A day and a night A child who feels warmth in the day A child who sees the light in dark