Oh death you are ,are not an end
You are another beginning
Of a journey unknown to me
May be ,it would be the same
As I have gone through in this
Your just opposite
light versus dark
May be ,you end this as you say
To take me to another level
Where I find it's not new
I am again in the same
Rigmarole
In the grinding life of dead,Death life you show no difference from life of life
Pain or peace will exist wether dead or alive
Swap

If we think death is an end
to me,i don't see
But a walk over to new beginning
Wether in body or otherwise
Nothing is ending it's a process
Like water wheel churning
As it goes up it drops water as it goes down fills water
So release and fill are the two side of
Anything
If I flow gently no one bothers
But if I become scanty worries bother.
So I pray let me be the water
Who wants to flow
Crossing over soft pebbles or hard rocks
But i still flow on and on
Wind stirs me invoking restlessness
But I realise it is not to be
I have to flow gently
Encopassing all that comes on my way
I pray let this be me gentle and unperturbed
Flowing is my destiny
In life and after
Swap

I was walking through a narrow mud path
Out in the middle of the haunted woods
When I heard some clear crisp sounds
Like footsteps crushing tilted leaves.

Sharp-eyed, I looked around me
Expecting to find someone near me
"Who's there?" I shouted in the air
But when I turned around, I found none.

The rain has been consistent for weeks
It made the air quite damp and chilly
I tried to skip over muddy puddles
Some I succeeded, others got me wet.

The trail in the woods was long and dark
Sometimes the sun would sneak in
Shone some light on my rugged path
Finally I reached a dark, spooky tunnel.

I could hear heart's dribbling drumbeat
Both my knees were shaking wobbly
I was already thinking of turning my back
I heaved audible gasps to calm nerves.

With a reliable flashlight in my hand
I started walking through the dark aisle.
Never give up at your lowest point in life
Soon you'll see the light at the end of the tunnel.

Grow up Mr President and accept your fate
Give Biden a chance to make America great
The poles are not fixed as you indicate
You took it to court to the Magistrate
They found no findings cause you speculate
You should have been focused when you did your debate
Not using your mouth to dominate
The people were waiting for you to relate
Not to say your immune you feel great
The people have spoken as our votes tabulate
A Nation on edge as we patiently wait
For our 2021 president-elect and Donald Trump's fate

Your smile and the way you look at me got me feeling something I thought just wasn't for me.
You see I'm usually the quiet guy who can't wait for the days end but lately, I've been waking up with a smile and singing songs that weren't meant for anything but good days, you know the kind you cant help but nod your head to.
I leap at my phone when it rings instead of just letting it go to voicemail and latley,  I've been walking with some purpose in my step, my head held high, and a ****** expression I'm not used to wearing.
And lately I'm writing about things that make me smile instead of just filling pages with negative thoughts. It's hard to have a bad day when everytime I close my eyes I can see you smiling, it makes me hope I'll get to keep feeling what I've been feeling lately...

This house scars my mind and all peace it surely blocks
All along the wooden walls are noisy little clocks
A foul constant reminder that time is running out
The sounds of all the ticks and tocks still fill my head with doubt
The fear of time so hard for me to ever really understand
Because the fear of time is something only known to man
For we're the ones who created time and all that it entails
We built the very tracks with which our train of thought derails
So clearly we're the harbingers of our own insanity
We brought on every ounce of pain recieved from this calamity

My gaze is fixed on a beautiful sight
Slick glass
Mirrors
The water colored sky
The sunlight sitting bright
On the tree line
I take a good look at a truly astounding sight

My eyes shut
Taking in the moment
The slightest breeze bending the trees
A fish popping the water's top
Birds chirping in the distance
Crickets beginning to hum
My eyelids rise

The colored sky
Grows faint
The warmth from the sun
Has left my face
I linger another moment
Listening to the cricket choir
Singing me their tune
While you're out there thinking of me
I'm here thinking of you

I am now living
As I shall die
A death that comes so slow
In a life fleeting
At the speed of light
At weighted speed of thought
In dying days I must relive
Every moment
Of every mistake
Of every sin
Till that day
Over and over
Oh so slowly ever over again
Patient must be each breath
Till then