I can feel the beating of the heartache drum, it's these rare moments that my thoughts are driven by the beat within, my emotions crossing the fine lines once again, time stands still as I weep seeing the greatness of the old days, when I called you love.

When tears dry up
and you forget to cry
That's where
the sadness begins.

- Weep, my child

The last flag flying
over the last lady singing.
The last dance ending
after a last minute warning.
The last laugh fading
from the last man standing,
at long last seeing
that it's over bar the weeping.

By Arcassin Burnham


Crystals covering my heart like the chocolate around
A peanut in my simple request to find out who I am or
Where I am for I am nothing but a talking pile of shiny
Rocks filled with so much purpose in my state of mind
Or maybe perhaps in God's beautiful eyes I am just as
Perfect as his loyal companions in the clouds but
Simply let the flower sprout and I am in the
Kingdom serving from what I can gather is the queen of
All of us embracing her ****** features like a lost puppy
Looking for its master entertaining each and every piece
Of loyalty til I'm tired making decisions for my life that
Is endured quickly,
No time to sit and cry little soldier and your mother's got
List of chores for you to confront in your life,
Don't ignore it for even a second,
Such a buzz ****..

At night I imagine you're arms enfold, as it's me I know they wish to hold, at night I weep for words unsaid for kisses un-given and emotions misread, I weep for the fact that you want to love me, I weep for the fact that I am what I be.

On quiet afternoons
When soft winds blow
When grass covers tombs
And delicate buds grow

When drooping branches shade
And birds make nest
Before sun's rays fade
And drowsy children rest

When long days close
And innocent babies sleep
Only one who's vigilant knows
When old willows weep