Nature looks so beautiful
it hooks me instantaneously.
Life is everywhere in so many shades–
dark greens and yellows begin to fade.
As we rush past on our way,
my deepest desire is that I could stay.
So many types of blue above,
it’s like being lost in an ocean above.
The clouds in the sky rush through the blue.
the white separating so many hues.
It’s almost out of sight.
I try my hardest to fight
as I catch a glimpse of the building below.
My hope is renewed when I see
a church window.
The scene feels dark and eerie–
a sense of a time long before us.
It seems ancient and worn away.
The other graves nearby seem old and forgotten,
the trees long and lifeless.
The entrance is pitch black, the unknown–
a sense of evil flowing out of the dark.
People that once were.
A family that used to be.
Important people, with an important grave.
What I see is a dog smiling,
sticking his head out of a Dodge back window.
What I feel is joy because it
reminds me of my dog back home
and at the same time I feel
anger and sadness because
I miss my dog so much.
I hear a dog barking to get out of the car.
I realize that me and the dog have
something in common–very little freedom.
But at the end all I see is man’s best friend
and all I have to say is have a nice day and
stay away from 650 Dan Street way.
Looking up at the ceiling
in the middle of a ceremony
Daydreaming while my mind is slowly
drifting away, thinking about
what does the artwork describe
how holy the artwork is
how its speaking to me deep inside of me
crying my heart out at night
asking for forgiveness
the bright lights
the warm feeling
the feeling of love and caring
I would die here in this spot.
Then get buried.