Sorrows I Invent

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The day my life-water rises to joyful level

I will spill some happiness out to the world.

For now I am doing my best to soak in the sorrows

--the sorrows I invent and make-believe.

Life worth living

Fuck it. 

Big man learns to lay low 

and take things slow. 

Little electricity runs up the fibers to the brain, 

sings me those happy songs 

with the smell of monsoon rain. 

Fly over it. 

Over those beautiful mounds 

amidst the piercing ringing sounds. 

Smell of honey and pale root 

soothes as they run down the throat. 

Dream, 

as if life is a fire raging through town 

burning down the sounds of children screaming 

leaving behind life not worth living.

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After Death

After Death, 

Do you know what happens to the memories we make? 

Do they leap into the next life but perhaps the chasm is too wide? 

Do you know what happens to the gratitude conjured up in your soul? 

Do they elevate to-be-thanked person two inches from the ground? 

Do you know what happens to the guilt you never said you were sorry for? 

Does it gently glue together pieces of broken hearts? 

Do you know what happens to the sadness locked up inside? 

Does it make moonless nights even darker? 

Do you know what happens to the joys you felt but never shared? 

Do they make dimples on the cheeks of new born babies?