Back and forth
Day and night
yin and yang
fight or flight

hold that smile
kid yourself later
that ghost Within
is your own creator

Pride & Power
soon will sour
count your blessings
hour to hour

Family and friends
one in the same
they come and go
so remember your name

be kind to all
black a red hearts
forgive yourself
and those who tore you apart

you are no angel
you yourself have done wrong
I write this in hopes
We may all remain strong
...Kelcee All

Foot meets the metal of a cold shovel
with a sun beaming down
booted foot pushes the *****
into the soft and rooty ground

one mound of dirt
sweat forms above the brow
two mounds of dirt
salty bead slithers down
three mounds of dirt
tuned into the sounds
four mounds of dirt
birds chirp all around

stopped by a thick root
extra force must be used
give that shovel a pogo of boots
and we are at the fifth mound

six and seven are easy
as the hole starts to round
eight nine ten eleven twelve
a tomb has been found

carried your sheet covered corpse
laid you in the hole
cover you with what was uncovered
creating a man made knoll

Six years of memories
laid underneath this red dirt
many years missing
that time gone subvert

Sometimes I want to tell the people around me to shut the **** up
So that I can listen to the voices in my head
But sometimes I'd like to tell the voices in my head to shut the **** up too
And simply enjoy the silence instead

Maybe I busy myself
That much is true
But if I don't keep busy
I'll start to think of you

i do not speak your name
i cannot even whisper it
instead, i hide it in my dreams
under my sheets
beneath a sky that sees all
but does not burn my skin
do you ever wonder
what the moon is thinking?
does she gaze down solemnly and see
a fading opus
or a symphony simply tightening its strings
for the final act?
do you think it makes her sad
to see the greens replaced
with soot and plaster
the seas rising to meet her
with an apocalyptic kiss?
the falling tide
the slow recession
reminds me that
she keeps our secrets
but i think it breaks her heart

Hospitable I am
With the company I keep
They’ve settled quite well, the
Feisty little creatures --
In my mind they burrow deep

Generous I am
To the voices in my mind
Feeding them so they flourish --
Whispering persuasive hatred
With every chance they find

Gullible I am
Because I listen with open ears
Gobbling up their words in
Idolization, never questioning
Any sound that I hear