Day 232 - Only Paper

I am disappearing

But no one seems to notice

Even I cannot truly feel it

As though I never existed

It is not how they describe death

No, rather just air being

In a place untraditional it seems

But after all

I am only made of paper

To slice up and throw away

Leaving nothing more than vapor

Or so I wish they would say

I hold on to what is staying

Sort of waiting until I fade

Even more, because it happens

And that is just fine

For ordinary history

Such as mine, always leaving

In portals through our heads

That memory claims to control

I am only made of paper

To slice up and throw away

Leaving nothing more than vapor

Or so I wish they would say

But they will not, say anything

Just watch me, wash me, away

That is what I meant in the end

As I am disappearing

Day 185 - Symmetry

Balance me out to a face of faces

And take me to the place of places

You see the blue living in me

Leaving barely breathing traces

Of a world gone certainly mad

But such discoveries are not always bad

Here it stands still for hours

Less of a statement surely only cowers

Though too dry for a place of water

In every bit of everything there are powers

That promise a better time is coming soon

But can never keep pace with their own tune

Tied up in love like shoe laces

Life giving blood and light races

Mentioning the essence of life

That every dynamic one day embraces

To finish off moments easily glad

Grateful for all the moments they had

Day 84 - Grainy Reality

Grainy Reality

The film may blur but the light still glows

Giving out wisdom and all it knows

It still dares pierce the dark

Leaving its own simple mark

Light calls upon so much within us

Some say it was created to begin us

To polish this grainy reality ever more

Revealing the most brilliant core

Day 83 - Hiding Happiness

Hiding Happiness

Do not cross or you might see

The answers they hide from you and me

Cross over and you shall be free

To discover the secret to being happy

“Stand behind yellow line”

Everything will be just fine

Follow every last simple sign

Ignore what it is for which you pine

Worn away from the feet that step upon it

There is black marked and scarred on it

But those who dare to step all the way

They have far too much to say

That is silenced by the dark track

They went far away and never came back

Day 70 - Window World

Window World

Box up the world in your window

The panes will keep things clear

They provide for the safest show

Steering far away from your fear

That things rush in much too quick

Like the flame consumes the wick

Tie up the moments in ribbon

Keep them well confined

Mark down your next of kin

Organize your crazy mind

For death can snatch it all away

How were you spending your last day?

If you dare venture out you shall discover

That the box is always too small

Until you are in the arms of another

You will forever miss the call

To let your moments fly high and free

To embrace what is yet to be

Day 43 - Majestic

Majestic

Majesty itself cannot be defined

For it only exists in the human mind

Hypnotize the honesty into traveling far away

Save the candid speech for another day

I am king of all that surrounds this space

Mine is the path that you cannot trace

Wandering off into the bright paradise

No one but you may pay the price

For my own kind revel in my pride

As my beauty flares up from the inside

Check your envy at the door

There is not room here for it anymore

Follow me quietly if you so dare

Closing your eyes begin to recite your prayer

We will last forever right here and now

Without any explanation of why or how

Day 24 - Just Beyond the Door

Smiling secrets hide behind solid oak

Crafted by the elegant elven folk

Within the brass is sturdy heart

Knocking with this piece can cause a start

If you dare enter there is much to see

A world beyond the imagination of you and me

So the door stops us before we enter

Bringing us to meditation at the center

Of our beings that long to explore

We need so much more than we dare ask for

Brass gazes at us almost smiling

It has a face that is playfully beguiling

It sends a message you word rather ignore

All hidden behind this mighty oak door

Do not ask for what you know you need not

Otherwise within their mysteries you will be caught

The elven folk play a silent game of chivalry

Weaving it all into silver tongued clarity

But alas we mere mortals shall never know

How far the world behind this door can go

Day 3 - Eye of the Beholder

Whispers of dread fill the dull sky

Fading between lines of slumbering trees

Farther away you hear a small cry

That is brushed away on a gentle breeze

This wintry wonder holds not an ounce of hope

It refuses your pleas to find a method to cope

With the nightmares that never cease

Rather mere wisps of light fill your view

They are dwarfed by despair and lack peace

The darkness shrouds all else from you

But now it changes as we look for the white

You can just feel the coming of light

Far in those trees the crying has come to a halt

You find a small smile playing softly on your face

Someone has labored to stop the sad fault

And release the anger that had in kindness no place

You appreciate now the darkness as serene

Knowing the glory in what is heard, though unseen

Day 1

Stark death and crackling memories
That is all they manage to see in me

Sad story songs and pitiful melodies

O that is all the young ones can ever see

But listen young one I have stayed strong

Through all of these storms and biting winds

I have made it out through the trials so long

So even now I know that new life begins

My hardy exterior it does scream

Things that you are terrified by

It has halted many a midsummer’s dream

Catching the soft artists’ eye

I have a tale that I tell so well

In which I am the last standing hope in this place

Of a kingdom that finally to ruins fell

There I was not horrid or a disgrace

There I healed all that I could

I made a difference and strong I stood