After all these years
when I see you in my head
I still feel myself blocking out tears
But it's weird,
I think:
    What if you were still alive?
    Would we still talk to one another?
    Would I feel as close to you, as I feel now?
And then I think:
    Why am I thinking like this? We would have always been close.

Canned food
Bottles of water
Matches and candles
A bucket of coal and gallons of gas
Start to store up some smiles and laughs

Organize tools
Shelter the car
Board up the windows
Keep yourself busy

Call your mom and dad
Call your bothers and sisters
Call your cousins and friends
Know in your heart that you'll see them again

Everyone in the bedroom - contact is vital
Candles all lit - our hearts in a spiral

8 am sharp, coffee dark
avocado on TX toast,
two eggs and bacon - seared
Lighter than air, everything sweet like local honey
Golden brown with citrus skin
and cherry eyes on
an open face speckled with sea salt
Lying on a cloud of eggs
plain
Rosella

Have you ever felt it?
That heat around your chest
That tension surrounding your heart
That feeling of Rage? Passion? Will?
Burning through every inch of your body
It could be either really

The Rage of life itself
That shines false light which fades to darkness
The Passion of the body
That hungers for the euphoric beauty of life
The Will of the mind
That builds its own path to reward

I see it as something collective
More than a state of mind or emotion
Something larger...

It’s the entirety of our being
Screaming, flaming, singing
For its place, in everything

Cool
A word with two definitions
Each a little different
The first meaning
Temperature
The wind in your face
Your hair in the wind
The other
MONEY AND HOES

Life is a beautiful thing, no doubt. But it is a sorrow beauty because it must come to an end

So what is it mean to be without life?
Is there a God or a Heaven?

Well I believe that we've already experienced death, because we already know how it is not to exist. Nothing....

As life passes you by, You see it go
But there is sometimes no way to follow.
You know that things must change.
But your body won’t listen to your mind.
It’s stuck in a cycle of which it cannot break.
You see the time fly and you know that something must be done
But there’s a cloud over your mind
And then, you’re too late.