Even the brightest day
Vades into the ebony veil—night.
Even the straightest way,
At length, a bend doth await.

Though mighty is the sun,
At dusk, into the sky doth sink.
Though pure be the fun,
Canst vade in a single wink.

Look how the sea wave
Races unto the shore with delight,
As though she'll rove, and rove,
But unto the sea returnest with fright.

Even the fastest stream,
At length, vades into the sea.
Though how sweet be the dream
At length, thou dost awake.

Look how drops of rain
Plummet from yonder sky,
But the earth's crust, her drain,
No matter how heavens dost cry.  

Though pleasant be the life
As sweet as heaven's nectar,
Though a life be marred with strife,
At length, all could be vice versa.

By eternal law of nature
In books of life, whether good or bad,
Naught lasts forever, even the future
Come morrow—it’s just remembered.


©Kikodinho Edward Alexandros.
Evergreen State, 29th/Dec/2020.

it's a new year,
and something i fear,
it may be better
or even worse this year,
let's just pray
that things will be okay
and our families be safe
maybe 2021 won't be that bad

He sent his Son,
his Word,
A gift from above,
His message is Love.
Thank you dear Father,
Thank you dear Mother,
Blessing all people,
Our sisters and brothers.
The Word that heals All.
I took his yoke
it's  easy,
He is the Way, the Truth, the Life,
Healing the pain,
let go of all strife.

.

I wrote a f-cking poem for you.

You tell me how they broke your heart and how you wished for someone who would love all your broken parts.

You'd say "She treated me like dirt" followed by a shrug. Then you turn your back to me when I lean in for a hug?

I think you're in denial, my attempts are plain to see.

So now you won't remember all those hours in your room, where I let you break all over me?

You ungrateful little sh-t.

What about that time I covered you with blankets and let you make me sick?

Blah blah blah...

I imagine your eyes right now, rolling back. "Whatever Mel, boo hoo."

But I wrote a f-cking poem for you.

Struggling with pain
Corroding the brain
Slowly turning insane
Glaring at the knife
Just wanting to end the strife
No one to be a friend
Just want it to end
Contemplating suicide
Considering how to decide
Flip a coin let it ride

Heads the knife
Tails deal with strife

Heads
wide up dead

Tails
Live to tell the tale

Its odd to say
But life happens this way

Your born you die
In between you cry

Many people contemplate suicide
How do you decide?
To live?
To die?

All the time glaring at the knife
Wanting to end your strife

Vortexes within my head,
And the filament behind my eyes
     is burning out.
How did I get to this?
Sitting my *** down in metaphoric ****.
Silently screaming with snapshots of
my face both ripping and tearing away.
My bones break and calcify with horror,
as dread melts away the calm facade.
The dirt smell of an open grave is welcome
and shunned as my eyes open to light and life.

But my feet are buried in the coffin and fingers tear at the grass.
I’m screaming out for hope and others only laugh.
Thosesome people just want to see the world burn closest cannot see it, while others look away.
Maybe it would be better if I just light the match.

Burn burn burn.