enterprising-bones

All In a Mourning's Work I call it as I see it A spade is a spade You're all so shaded Faces plastered and jaded The cold metal doors spring open A stretcher rolls in And a few more Followed by the shutting door A broken biological machine Lay on the table Its gears strained Fuels drained I inspect its specs Prod the lifeless mass Every hair, every bone, every scar This is all that we are You see, we are objects Holding an illusion of consciousness It's self-sufficient arrogance This life is your one chance Life becomes a lot more real When you look at the dead Life is finite and limited Don't take it for granted Some

The Crypt Please don't fade I can't stand watching You slide into that Gray and dusty Crypt Stone lid closes over Your painted on eyelashes I can't watch your glow Lay in that pile of dust Tip the seal of that tomb Grab the lip of your Sleeping bowl I can't leave you there Wipe the dirt away From your dried tears Kiss your cold lips And feel them fill with life Grab onto your lanky limbs And prop your chin on my shoulder I just can't stand it When you're so cold Just rubbing your back tenderly No one else can see them But I can Your wings I don't want you to slip away I'll carry you if I have to My legs will buckle

Green and Blue I want to be your sky And you my garden Blue meets green In thriving harmony I want to be your blanket In which you thrive Reaching your green arms towards That wide and warm blue sky It makes me so happy I could cry Protecting your organic form Let me be the wind in your leaves I admire your gentle strength Planted into the ground I'm always up in the clouds And keep hitting my head on the moon and stars I like watching you grow And growing with you While the green world breathes And the blue sky smiles I like to run my blue hands On your green bark My blue feet wrapped In your green roots I want you t