Melancholy absolutes me, bringing me to be
Inattentive to all the good and wrong
Nothing can triumph the shade
That comes with
Satisfyingly dissatisfied of all that people give
Disgusted by the normalcy, but unsurprised by it
Because I am melancholy
At its mercy, I exist
To expect what is expected to be unexpected
For I am a divergence, a different stream
A grin to the cries, my grin a cry in response
A softly bowed smile to match the slightly skewed world
Melancholy is knowing what is to come
Sadly accepting because it must be accepted, sadly
And said
A scene without a setting
And a beat without a heart,
There is but one resolution
To find a passion, bring it to execution.

Life is precious.

'bbbrrrrrrrmmmmmmmmmmm' an elevator rumbling a man inside up high a cable holding grinding rope steel shake shake so close inside a cell a man he's tortured too high he's claustrophobic too shiny in the box and the noise oh the noise shake shake it reminds him of late night tv shows and of syringes ashy smoke and of the faint breeze of a childhood quick to pass he finds himself older and now paranoid and sad high in a box grinding rope steel shake shake you box his daughter asked him 'why do you tremble when we watch movies?' bright and loud they scared him as does this cell something haunts him memory of the past it haunts him he has something to shy from as do you too

I look at you like a moon gazing down on the world, with
Love, her rays a lunar kiss on all of us, and
You bathing in her gift, as I shower my gaze on yours.

A resounding response to the crack below my feet was heard through the forest
The ice had broken under the weight of my foot
And I froze holding myself still as I stared at the wood

Wondering, "Where did that come from?" whispering
"Not an echo! there must be something within the trees
A light breeze could not displease the silence of that looming dark!"

I approached the trees, each a veil, bark by bark, forming
A shade to intimidate the night, lining the freedom of that frozen lake
With fear to cut through any heart, as I approach the trees

The edge, waiting for me, towering grim, counting the steps
Accusing, suspecting of my intent, and I fearing what will come
I draw towards the end, and it paints my heart a deeper black,

"Every end a means!" they say, their leaves a darker hue, all a shade,
The sky only murkier, blot fainted stars bleeding to shine on my icier day
Cold, my fingers, scared, my feet, moving forward, they ask for more

More! for passion! for the call! the trees, in unison, they call!
Quiet, they crack through the Winternight, claiming
"Yes! still alive!"

Finally! my foot strikes the lucid gray snow! and I meet my end

But, "Every means an end!" and the life that colors around me
reflects the sun,
bright and vivid,
a shining presence
encompassing my own

And, as the world of the human mind's intent frenzies, no relent,
still, to see the bird
teaching her next
to swirl through the air
is to see the gem amongst us

I have met my end, my journey is done,
I die here now, but I have seen the world,
I have taken it my own, and it has killed me

"Was it worth it?" I ask the trees, now silent somber black around.

i was called heavy, i am.
like the night when it falls
and a body off the gallows pole.

fly where its warm like a bird.

I’m just ready to fall over
To find myself in a shade of lost
So tired, melt into what nothing is
And reel in my fate

I can’t though, my death,
My greatest compromise
My bleeding heart, one that bleeds for all,
Raze and tear, my heart
Die and whither as you always have
And always will

But for now, just rest
Yearn for that peace,
But settle for living in a restlessness
Called rest
Just a slower pace
Slower, but always going
Until it stops

Until a wave of all I’ve ever hoped for
Comes to wash my experiences my thoughts
Just for some peace

You sleep when you don’t love
I love a lot