I don't remember your name
And not everyone saw your picture the same
But as you lay in the earth
I can remember your joy to this day

You were sick and you weren't to eat
But the doc said this wasn't an illness to beat

So a pizza was brought to you
Mushrooms pepperoni sausage ricata cheese
Slathered in sauce covering your face.
Some one took a picture

Some one who saw it's beauty in it
Some one who knew that in that picture purest joy was expressed

I do not remember your name but I can still see your face and I thank you

For in your graceful moments of enjoying every ounce of the morsels taste you remind me in dark days when staring into the bitterness of death,
One slice of pizza can shed light,
while it may not beat the unyielding pressance it stays at bay allowing for rest.

Anguish sinks and floods my mind
Basking in a suble muting that covers and clouds
A smile paint on rusted steel
A clear path to the muddled mass below

As a boy I pushed time
Wanted the next step
Growing I began to wander the chronological path with weary
Seeing misfortune ahead
Soon I began to fight time pulling back
Seeing the once warm welcoming beacon,  become a warning
I struggle

Alas time had no feeling
It trudges independent of superfluous wants
A requiem of life lived
A glorious picture of futures
Here I sit
In the supreme present

As a boy I pushed time
Wanted the next step
Growinf I began to wander the chronological path with weary
Seeing misfortune ahead
Soon I began to fight time pulling back
Seeing the once warm welcoming beacon,  become a warning
I struggle

Alas time had no feeling
It trudges independent of superfluous wants
A requiem of lifeived
A glorious picture of futures
Here I sit
In the supreme present

When I need to know whats going on in the world
I dont turn to the chilling nightly tales inflated to mass hysteria
I dont listen to the colorless depictions of the minority
I look to the street, the uncensored illustrations of the heart
annoymous entries into the ideas of the masses
begging for  peace
a peace that can be reached not through force
but belief in that the world we desire is the world that is

I drink to clarity
to that point when you can see what your doing wrong
to know each drop is the slowest of poison
I lie and say its for the flavor
carefully seeking each malt note

but its for the clarity its to finally feel my pain
to know my shame
I drink to see it all then run
I keep drinking to block it
to start the cycle again

Death is described as a loss of a relationship
I think this makes it to final
Its not the end its a change
You still have thier "nose"
Meet on that day every year
because of them

People still look at you and remark how much
you look
act
sound
like them
Its not the end of a relationship its the change to knowing they are part of you
That you know what they would do
They are there with you in you