By Arcassin Burnham

"Just another black boy with an half eaten cheese burger
On his bed, I pray the Lord will let me lay here",

The sun is out today also due to the troubled earth,
Life is getting shorter so you better know your Worth,
Death is inevitable to escape when it occurs,
Fears for the lucky ones that really roam the dirt,
B-i-r-d , you'd swear that it's the word,
Will it fly East or West in hopes one day to return,
You want to get right with him and not get burned,
Hope you got enough courage in your tank just to swerve,
Don't be a vamp all your life wishing hell for grace,
You want death in a hard cover , 29 is the page,
And I'll ignore every smart remarks and comments that you say,
The ripples in the water cools but slowly will age,
When you find freedom , memories will all fade,
But when you find paradise it's more than just a trace,
It's more than just a trace,
I hope to get there one day,


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I could feel stress on your meter,
You're planning your long nights to see her,
If that's what makes you happy boy,
I hope she'll be the teacher,
My days in this life is long gone,
Sometimes I don't know what I do wrong,
To find me a shorter supply for this world will divide,
Have been alive for this long,
To know that I'm living a lie,
The purpose I'm chasing is solidified,
I could look for a good reason,
To raise a family without suicide,
Or passed on mental illnesses that'll ruin friendships in the
Flash of lightning,
Might have locations you could never find me,
I was looking for a way right now to get my weight up,
And conquer the scarring agony of misophonia,
So I'm done with ya,
No time to make friends , I believe in the God we trust,
I wanna get it back to the way it was...

I could feel stress on your meter,
You're planning your long nights to see her,
If that's what makes you happy boy,
I hope she'll be the teacher,
They use to say our skin was our sin,
And now we dress good for the black out....
A certain ability we won't lack now.

Drifting in and out
Flailing looks like flying
In your eyes
Try on different selves
Meet them one-by-one
Say goodbye

The only constant

Winter stalks the sunset
As night preys upon the light
Hunched and cold
Watching you sail from the shore.
And I grow old
Waiting for your return

the shelters were full
surely that is why I found her
in the alley

she was as old and white as time...
probably three score, at most, though curled up
like a babe in the womb

her eyes were yet open:
what had she seen last, what had
her last supper been?

and where were the disciples
with bread and wine, with body and blood
while she froze on the hard earth?

The chill of winter bites into the skin
And the valley sleeps in muffled din
In the freezing blustery winter night
The shivering trees stay huddled and tight

Stars have lined up in the sky
With cotton clouds swiftly sailing by
The moon light seeping through the veil
Makes the foliage glisten in the dale

Sharp noises sounding eerie
Leave the valley a place so scary
These sounds parley in a tongue unknown
Of gory tales, to none ever known

Did some cannibal tribe once congregate
In this nether territory to live segregate
What midnight revels had they held
No one knows and history remains cold

Now, here amid thickets and thorny shrubs
Where darkness, like a Fiend proudly struts
And in leaf fringed corners and crevices wide
Serpents coil with poisonous fangs in hide
    
Look, the sly fox walking stealthily away
After feeding greedily on his hapless prey,
Through the ravine and down the furrow
How he sneaks into his covert burrow

The glassy brook that mirrored the skies
Now in dark, under a thick blanket lies
But the water rushing through pebbles and rocks
With sonorous music, the nightly calm breaks

Among the branches of towering trees
Birds have perched and roost in peace
Little birdies with downy feathers
Cuddle under their mothers splayed wings

From far off woods comes a shrieking howl
As frightening as the hoots of a night owl
Wind, rushing through needle pines
Sounds like a child when he, in pain whines

Now the valley sleeps in muffled din
Until the Sun for his daily ritual parades in
In day light this valley would be up and awake
And life for sure will a renewed turn take