life, death, and somewhere in between
what is the purpose?
what dose this all mean?
to live is to experience both heart ache and joy,
to spend each day not knowing lifes ploy.
Death is the void the living dread,
lifes greatest secret she guards with the dead.
but somewhere in between lies the prison that holds me,
a place that both living and dead avoid gladly.
I am not dead,
I feel lifes warmth flow through my veins,
I feel lifes kiss and I know of lifes pains.
But I am not alive,
I watch from fogged glass all the people around,
watch as lifes play amuses, astounds.
To feel what they do,
To take part in lifes waltz.
To be embrase the void,
To be rid of my faults.
life, death, and somewhere in between,
what is the purpose?
what dose this all mean?

Dusk and Dawn,
Back-Streets and Alleys,
A portrait halfway Drawn,
The center of a Valley.

I like the In-Betweens:
Things which have begun but not yet Ended,
Where things are not always what they Seem
And our belief is Suspended.

A jagged Mountain grasping for the Clouds,
Not quite there-but well into the Sky
Like a prisoner Unbowed,
With a jailor to Defy.

The boring, uneventful Days,
Which alienate and leaves us Whirled.
Manifested, tangible Displays,
Of Space between Worlds.

Life is the greatest Halfway,
It’s not so long a Route.
So I will resolve to Stay
To see it all play Out.