The heart of all this confusion, resides among those summer graves, were I buried the bodies of my former selves


Etched in the rotted wood, resembels the signs that I used to know, graves made in the presence of a fox den


Reminders of the shackles that can arise, to step into the waters and swim to better lands


For it becomes a disease, a curse, a ******* sorrow


To progress into the darkness, and not get swalloed by the past abyss


But to find the tunnles, that lead to those fields you dreamed in solidarity


To smell the nature of peace, and eat the fruits of joy


To live

The soft piano keys of an innocence that was once known, were the creative and bright mind had grown

A few feet were added to the body as the years went on, that brightness changed with the voice, the creativity almost gone

The bells of education rang for its last sermon, the body walked out with a joy and uncertainty, but the feeling at the moment was determined

But when the waves of reality came to the shore, you realized you were sold a lie, with tears in the eyes, your joy was no more

The piano played to the background of a heavy rain, the mind flashed to that innocent era, but tears came back realizing it would never be the same

In the grey fog that surrounds the space, ominous sounds buzz and hum, sending the spine in a frenzy

But I see color, bright and ravishing, dripping from the petals of an orchid

You are an orchid in the fog, showing colors of amazement, giving my world so many spectrums of wonderment

The society does not want you to be yourself, they don’t want you to conform to their standards, they either want you to cease existence, or accept death in any form

The wolves do not wish to speak of peace and tolerance with the sheep, all they desire is their self satisfaction of gluttony and greed, to eat and **** what they deem is right.

You are not a person to the privliged ignorant, you are a blight, a cancer, you are what’s wrong with this country

While they set fire to everything around them, not because of reason, because they can

You are memories, so eternal and immortal

Your death was a great sorrow, but you live on in love and virtue

You were more than a name, you will be more than a tombstone

You will be the stars in the sky, the grass on the earth, the clouds in the sky

The moon in the night, the fish among the rivers, the winds among the trees

The sunlight among the crystals, the echoes of cities, the singing of birds

You are gone from the mortal world, but you still live in the world of love

I live in a forest of fallen sunflowers, old and wise, they speak to me of the days gone by

When the sun sets among the wilderness blaze, they tell me night is befalling, and I must make my departure

They tell of decades ago, how they’ve watched as humans lived their lives, most rotten in nature

They spoke of the one that used to tend to them, how gracious and kind, how pure and warm

For the sunflowers spoke with melancholy, for they knew that their former caretaker was well gone

So for a moment they wept their tears of seeds, and sung soft melodies of their former caretaker

They spoke to me and warned of the evils of humanity, how they were too once the victim of the evil

They asked why humans destroyed what’s beautiful around them, why they wish to sabotage what keeps them breathing


But they spoke to me and said I was a rare human, one that had good intention, and a sensitive heart

As night began to fall, I left the forest of sunflowers, carrying their tearful seeds

To spread as I walked away, to maybe rejoice and create life once more

The forest I hope will remain tomorrow, that it stands the test of time

Time becomes a burning coal, it ignites all the willow memories you used to have

People become former shades of themselves, I guess this is the process of change

Time is the running river, down the mountain it travels, each moment racing by like the crystal water