"The wise lament neither for the living, nor the dead"

Death is not evil,
For it holds no ill will.

Death is a force,
It must continue for better or for worse.

Death takes no pleasure in its task,
It only performs what life must ask.

It will inevitably claim the ones for which you care,
So always cherish the time with them you share.

Death is part of the greatest cycle,
Of this there is no denial.

You may fear that death will claim all,
But the force of life will never stall nor fall.

Death must take us, no need to moan,
It must do this task all alone.

Accept the role of this mighty force,
And do not utter your foul curse.

Death is not for you to blame,
For it will not be brought to shame.

Why hate death?
It will still claim your last breath.

As here I sit,
I await the next hit.

Three men against one,
The pain has just begun.

As I lay under this unyielding sun,
I wonder how this was begun.
Surely it was all just a bit of fun?
And now there's no where left I can run.

There is no way I can win,
And yet I've never given in.

And so the moment they relent,
That's when I begin to vent.

As I rise and begin to stand,
"What are you doing?" they demand;
That's when I strike, quick as a viper and sure as a ******,
I hit out right at his jugular.

There may be no way for me to win,
But at least I've erased his stupid grin.

I step back for a moment,
I see the man collapse from the blow I sent.
Now I know that they'll be hell bent,
To make sure that all my blood is spent.

For sure I'm in a worse position than before,
But that's all my prides ever been good for.

There is no way I can win,
And yet there's no way I could ever give in.

I am not what I am,
Nor am I what people say I am.

I am a locked box,
Full of things I cannot share.
I am sly as a fox,
Often portraying that I do not care.

But this of course is untrue.
What do I desire?
You and your unyielding fire.
And yet I can never seem to tell you.

Who am I?
I am the unknown.

I will arise and go now, and go to Mount Djouce,
And I will climb and surely fall,
Until I no longer stand so tall.

Alone or with you,
I shall lay there;
On grass as soft as my bed,
To relax and stop the thoughts in my head.

I hope to have some peace there,
Away from everything and everywhere,
As I gaze towards the distant horizon,
The grounds a murky green and the sky is a perfect blue.

Perhaps I will think of you,
As I enjoy this beautiful view,
A blur of green and blue so true.

I will arise and go now,
And I shall exit without a bow.
I feel the cutting breeze go through me,
I hear the birds as they fly freely;
While I sit here in this room,
And silently await chaos to resume.

Forgiveness is the key,
To defeating your enemy.

For what power can one have,
Over a free soul?

The answer is none
And forgivness is how this freedom is won.

If you cannot forgive
Then how will you live?

To truly forgive one must not forget,
You must remember and yet,
Move forward without feelings untoward,
And not presume to judge as some mighty lord,
Or ones soul may jump overboard.

Often times this I do forget,
And this always leads to regret.

Pity the man that has fallen down,
And do not give him that disgusted frown.

Do not presume that you are any better,
For you do not know the pain that is his thether.

This you help me to remember,
As you ignite my fading ember.

Oh how the mighty and wise can fall,
No longer content with their future at all.

"Sure whats the point?" they may ask of us,
"I've lived my life now stop casuing a fuss."

"Leave me be,
I don't want you to see.
I'm in a bad way,
It's just not my day."

We love them and so we try to make them feel okay,
Want them to stay and share another day,
But they don't want to take up our time,
Thinking this is a most selfish crime.

We try to keep them occupied
Stop their thoughts of suicide.
But they will not be placated,
No not after how long they've waited.

The wise and old wish out of this fold.
Think themselves useless and a cause of needless stress.

We must do our best to support our eldest.
Try and keep their spirits up with all the time and all the love that we can muster up.

I've always been a wanderer,
Exploring this world so full of wonder.
Never been good at sitting still,
So full of this energy that's set to spill.

Often I'll go out with friends,
And later I'll disappear,
Gone off the explore the hidden places that always lie near,
Only to return once alls been seen,
Rarely asked where I've been.

In the future maybe I can take this further,
Go off to places I've not seen before,
My life could be one long world tour.
Although it's not as easy as it sounds I'm sure.

Alas I have always been a wanderer,
And a wanderer I'll always be,
As there'll always be something new to see,
Lying behind an unopened door.

Who knows what I'd find as I wandered around the world?
A friend to stand by till the end.
The love of my life, my future wife?
Or perhaps these people I've already met,
And I simply haven't noticed yet.

Who knows what awaits them in the future?
A life of adventure would suit me for sure.