Dropody Lament

Here stands the sea captain, his crew dead
Staring at a purple sky, eyes red
His journey has finally come to an end, success
The promised favor has been fulfilled, no less
The only water in this little account, however
Gently slides from his eye down his cheek, wow, clever
And as that little life of a being dies, so slowly
So does the captain turning his eyes, now lowly
"Here lies Angela, killed by the Viking knaves"
Here lie they
Here lie I

No more

The chains have finally rusted away

A Fearful Path of ABCs

For some strange reason, here, when I try to write

An ubiquitous amount of fear of what may happen, comes to sight

Errors, many of which I've fearlessly made elsewhere

Terrors, they become, stitched to my nerves like hell's stare

"Why?" is a question I haven't quite asked enough on this topic

Shy, is my nesting, on such thoughtful freedom in such a tropic

As a stream of thoughts purposely meant to be formed some way

When elsewhere, I know, that, in this chained form, they don't have to stay

Yet I am lingering on such a brainwave now

Thoughtlessly fingering through these bookshelves of why and how

Hoping, perhaps not, to find a mere answer

But to force my machine through a small bit of cancer

To bring it to strength by showing how weak

That it can be when such doubt starts to peak

Which, to my knowledge, can only be followed

By a negative slope, a feeling of being hollowed

In a hopeful light, hollowed from evil

In the darkest night, followed by such

Of this, I can only say so much....

The end is only as near as it is to you when you fear it.

Healthlight

Open up your sails as wide as the sky

Tonight we fly away

The last conviction has finally gone by

Our plan is coming into play

Read the signs upon the road

Our shears have made it smooth

What once was nothing but a node

Now guides us through and through

Let your whistles blow and your wants aflame

Your friends be here and joyful

The kindle we lit so long away

At last will warm the whole soul

Demonic evils that once ran free

Now run away from us

From fear of goodness that we be
Now sewn today till rust

Our ash fed sky now eats of sun

And spreads all colors 'round

The poisoned shade that's up and gone

Rings now with purest sound

Freedom

Is

Wonderfull

If you

Know what

It is

Fin

Tao

The exit sign is missing,

Memory is slipping

But praise the day

For I still sense the way

A small spirit of woe

Born to let me know

How to jump into the river

Of life's biggest and best sliver

To call such a seer

Is not easy here

But neither is it never

Good riddance haunter of mine