The stars are not wanted now
Put out everyone
Pack up the moon
And dismantle the sun
Pour away the ocean
Sweep up the wood
For nothin now can come to good
Perhaps life was meant to be unfair
Perhaps at times we agree to drain every tear
Tore the sky
Pull the plug on this earth
This whole world seems out of sync
Every comfort we desire makes no difference

The oxygen is needed no more
Stop the breathing
Trap the air
Let the lungs crush willingly
Peel away the skin and dry the meat
Polish the bones
And donate to the need
Life is not worth living anymore
Nobody should expect you to get over it
Take time to grieve for your deeds
And find a way to reshuffle the misery
Then...
Shoot for the stars

'PeePs'

Scars of the Storm

Debris on beaches
Meets my stare
Flotsam below still waters
Gives that eerie glare

Broken branches
Strewn here and there
Scattered leaves
Left lying without care

Jigsaw puzzle pieces
Now marred and bare
Jagged, not smooth edges
Suddenly not so rare

Heaps of missing parts
Life can be so unfair !
Must pick up the fragments
And once more dare

The fleeting calm’s
Our time to prepare
Another storm looms
Lets be AWARE !

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(Dedicated to a Special Friend who like me, lost a loved one recently – hang in there mate ! ...SS..

Aye, so again i pose
is there a reason
a definition
For the feeling and knowing
A meaning?
for the pain...?

have to seek out a neutral space i suppose
'tween the extremes of decency and shame

M-n


Great stuff! you two...

Nothing needed, required or new
The dark void beckons to you
Its steely eyes and broken glare
Reminiscing of what cannot be there
The pit unburdened, deep and cold
Tarnishes all the solid gold
The silver and the copper too
The memories of holding you
If lost is what my course shall be
Then doomed to plot it eternally
My fingers now release my shame and
Hold their breadth to wait death's claim