May death find you alive

 May death find you alive

~Miss A


Dear diary, I'm going to shart a new chapter,

The last one was way to long to flip the page,

Here I'm back again, enlightened by the lightning of night,

I'll make believe into the mazes of life truthfully,

When the blood flows upstream and all blue,

I'll respect you death by letting you find me alive. 


I'll find new ways, look through cut class like solitaire,

The worst kinda quit is quitting on yourself,

Life you're so kind to me, providing me shade,

So I respect you for your burning sun shines,

Who should I be this chapter, something like a nuisance,

Cradle in an adventure of bliss and of ignorance.


Lord of death, when you come to find me,

I'll try with my motif and my motive, to let you see,

A flashback of before colorful blanket turned black,

The life so small in comparison you once have had,

To the eternal transaction of abyss, taking others over,

Make you grim with despair again, still hollowing a smile. 


For when I will cross the realms, I respect you forever,

But on this journey you'll respect me too, find yourself content,

I would be scared and confused, but your expression will calm,

For then I'll know I did good, and that the thread of life I let go,

Had everything, was satisfactory; wishes of my precious life blessed,

Road of mist and soulfulness, steps fading memory like withering petals.


In your hands I engage, I'm getting ruthless, getting entangled to life,

A short time we have here, should be songs and merry,

Do not misread me, I respect you sadness nad pain equally,

I may have a locker in bank, but I do I have anyways,

Everything is yours, and you surely do punish me in health. 


But the things I could see, I feel connected and there,

All the chapters of my book, so unassociated yet a route,

Will I be able to teach this subject, let it flow in the knowledge well,

Would my contribution even matter, I think sometimes,

But how can it not be, I'm the favourite child of nature,

And I would say that over and over, no matter how mature may I be.


How can such masculine and stong bodies not feel,

One whiff and my soul wanders, through the grass,

Through the fields of saffron, and mountains so ice glazed,

I'm in on a journey, and I feel my paper frustrated, pen itching,

There there graffiti, the small arts on roadside.

A poor country in infrastructure, a totally rich on rocks,

Puddles turned pools, with children and herds jumping,

A swim, a story, a play and a tail, stolen monuments of life,

Don't even know whose tongue I keep speaking,

But what's there to miss, everything is a stroke of beauty.


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