Just me's blog: "Poetic"

I saw you today, laying on the side of the road, Your tongue hanging out of your bleak, expressionless face, You had died, who knows how long ago, I don't want to know, Some cruel, emotionless human hit you, and you fell to its hate, They will never know the life they destroyed, only that they did, But believe me, poor soul, for your death I mourn, You were taken too quick in this world, I will never know why you were in the street, but I do care, Maybe you were a stray, maybe some small girls love, But for your death, I do cry, and mourn for another innocent lost, I wish I could have saved you, with my own being if need be, But I know you don't blame the person that murdered you, Its not in the hearts of beasts till put there by humans, I believe you lead a good life, and for that I am proud, I don't know your name, but you will be with me forever.

A thousand ways to die and none yet know how to live, They think riches will bring happiness and love, They believe life is meant to acquire and horde simple metals and shiny rocks, They think in the end you are measured by the wealth they acquire in murder, theft, and cruelty, They know nothing. The way to live in this world is against such fools, Caring not for their wealths and riches, But being a good person and loving all around you, Loving yourself, And making someone happy because they are not, A million ways to live and I choose this one.

Where the worlds meet there shall I sleep, And be in peace etched in a stone shadow above my body, Cold in natures grip feeding through my flesh and harvesting my bone, Mimicking the falling leaf that lands on my new turned soil, Silver rays shine down on my grass, Embracing a life after life that flows from my decay, My being gone but life lives on, The only thing left of me a rock carved with my name.

So cold these times have become Lives no longer matter Wars pass and whip back like the breath from the reaper Sins have become meaningless Evil has become revered Honor has faded from the minds of the worlds population Money has become a life-form Difference means you're unwelcome Society is nothing more than the rulers and their rules.

All that I am is in my eyes, All the pain, All the fear, All the hate, All the loneliness. All that I am comes from my soul, All the compassion, All the warmth, All the beauty, All the love. My tears my fall, My heart may break, But I, The person, The animal, The box of emotion, Shaped like a man. Will never fall. Will never break.

When I was a child, I pretended, To believe in a god, That I never thought was real, When I grew some, I called myself an atheist, Because there was no god for me, Now, I know what I am, I am, Gaian, And Gaia is, Where I came from, And, Where I will go, When death takes me, To be, Reborn again.

Silent nights bring silent hearts to silent streets, Covered in dust, ash, rubble, and spent casings still smoking, Mental and physical walls bar the way, The blood still fresh on the pure white stone, Excruciated faces attached to huddled curled up forms Clutching gaping wounds that will never heal, Wartime psalms sung in solemn whispers through broken teeth, Meaning ceases to matter as more and more bodies are fed to the dirt, Broken bloody men that once walked with gods Only to be killed by loud flashing demons in their innocent faces.

Distent eyes caress voids of emotion, Traping themselves in discontented dreams, In the world of happiness but not of it, Forsaken to be alone for all the seconds of time, I do not belong in this life or the next, Too hateful and dark hearted for the light, Too loving and benevolent for the dark, Between two worlds I want no part of.

See this world, Shaped in infinite compassion, Hold it dear, Like a pebble in your palm, Believe it sacred, And thus shall it be for always, Carry it inside your being, Like it was your truest love, Let it be a profound weight, Holding you to your ground eternally, See this world as it is, Filled with all the beauty of life and love, And be happy within it, For all this worlds compassion and love, Are within, You.

I had a home once, a nice small place, with big doors, and plenty of room to play, with a nice big bed, where a woman slept, where I was always welcome, she would pat the space next to her, and I would bound on up, she would scratch behind my ears, and kiss between my eyes, tell me I was a good pup, and stroke my fur all night, and she would turn out the lights, and I would sit in the dark, watching her sleep, smelling her beauty, and I knew I had the best owner, but that has ended now, and I leave a trail of blood behind me, from the hole where my happiness once was, roaming the world searching, for a new home, hoping for someone to pet my fur, tell me I'm a good pup again, but now, I'm just, a destitute mutt.