They say people never change
But they do

They rot
               decay
                         deteriorate

On a rare occasion
They repent

People change
Just never in a way we deserve

I wonder what will you remember when I'm no longer here

Will you see me smiling , waving goodbye?

Just know that I love you

No matter what

If you miss me,
              follow the bees.

If you miss me,
              listen to the leaves.

If you miss me,
              I'll be beneath
              the lilac tree.

I'll wait for you;
              come join me.

I'll wait for you;
              come join me.

Painting of oblivion

The is uniformly white
A screen depicting nothingness
There is immobility.
Occasionally a red dot appears
When the mas of the void is moved.
Into the form of life
A beast or a human?
The mystery is no one knows
Why does randomness occur

voices on the winds
a snake moves through the forest

discontent, a hunger
whispering, hissing

you have to be guarded
words easily fall

to be a peacemaker
you have to accept you may fail

and failing often
is the price for believing.

Have you ever thought
That maybe paper cuts
Are a tree's last revenge?

Tree: You cut us down, we cut you up.

In our silence,
a love blossoms once again
in these two hearts.
True love's roots burrow deeper
than any absence that has
come between us.

Your stars were blinking, and skies were twinkling.
Your chariot brought enlightenment to me.
Uncertainty was stripping my soul.
The sugar you sprinkled across my hearth ignited the flames melting it.

With a smiling face, you hid me from a rainy night.
The moment you turned towards me, I was rescued and free.
Like a scarlet moon, you ignited the fire and light within me.