The trees this time of year are yellow
leaning on the edge of green
and as the wave of new birth comes
the death remains unseen.

What we have under this sun
will not be forever.
Much shorter than we know
yet none of us are clever.

Nobody is the wiser
When time becomes the miser
Hung out on the wire
Dangling over fire

Not just for one more like for all
we are all witnessing the fall.
We pretend to be blind
not to see the truth
But the secret we hide
is that we all knew.

There she is,
Sitting on the steps of the back porch.
It's the time of day when birds head home to nest,
the sun is dying down- a candle burnt to wick.
She's all alone, staring at the tree that rustles softly in the wind.
It would be quiet, except that the music in her headphones-
Blaring.
She's crying.
Droplets of feeling sliding down her face.
Her sobs make hardly a sound, yet her eyes are full of the deepest sadness.
Even on a beautiful night like this, she weeps.
It's been like this for years.
Crying, sobbing, weeping.
It's all the same.
The sadness surrounds her.

To her the world is a blur.
nothing has meaning, she tries everything.
Anything to feel something other than sadness.
The knife holds no threshold over the absolute sorrow,
yet she can find solace in it.
It won't be long until death takes her, or an even more forceful
human family pushes to help her.
She's dangling by a thread,
but human morality won't let her cut that last string.

Happy and startled I might say
I haven't felt that way again
It's a new day and I can breathe
not like yesterday under siege
but I'll keep knowing it could turn
so not as to let my hopes rise
I'll return to my self again less than a high

Emotions are chemicals.

Are we drawn up simply by scientific means?
Do we actually control ourselves?
Can we have a say of what resolves in our own minds?

Dopamine,Oxytocin,Serotonin.
This is what determines your happiness and sadness.

Are we simply masses of cells that are just dying to live?
Do we really have a clue what living is?
We are cells, tissues, chemicals.

Is that it?
Can this be all?
Can fate be determined by your efficiency in creating
and releasing these chemicals?

Trapped
in an infinity of struggle and hardship.
Eyes open just to see the whirlwind
and colors of our pain.
The world is shaded in blues and deep purples
like the bruises left all over.
Everywhere the hurt washes out the other colors
what was once vibrant grows dark.
Innocent, ignorant faces change
smiles melt into frowns.
Children grow too fast in this pain
the blue smeared on their sneakers.
We have to run
from the pain and the devastation.
Blue wind whipping your face
tears stream down from your eyes.
You're blue.