Blades Of Grass

I want a reason to fight convenience
I want a passion to burn me to the core
I want to reject that which I know I should accept
Because acquiescence would crush me completely
I want to stand on something bigger than my own two feet
With more than just fingers in my hand
I want to set something on fire in the metaphysical realm
And watch it burn into my perceptions
I want to kick the constructs of man
Till they sway to the beat of the world
Till my boot print stains their walls
I want armor crafted in the bowels of my insecurity
I want to whisper my truth through a speakerphone
And watch it travel from my grasp
I want you to love me as much as all the things I could never say
I want to bleed something other than quiet cries for help
I want to know that someone can hear the words I've talked into the moon
Even on a cloudy night
I want to look into a strangers eyes
And make them believe in something other than what they know
I want to spin the tangled mess of the world into a fine golden thread
And stitch the holes in my head
I want to hold someone's heart and know they would be content with me never letting go
I want to know that there was more to the story of
The Beginning, Middle, and End
Something no one could guess
Something no one could break
Something no one could comprehend
I want to know if me missing you does anything at all
I want to know if my pensive thoughts change anything at all
I want to know if the ground is real
Or
If I can fly and just don't know it
I want to know what happens if I hurt and just don't show it

But mostly I just want to know what was on your mind
'Cause we're all just blades of grass
Bending in fields of time

A Note From Elsewhere

May our souls wash upon shores
Speckled with gold and the like
May our bodies wear with grace
And wither with a softness
May our smiles be recalled fondly
With bright distant eyes
Staring into heydays fading to gray
May the histories of our days in the sun
Be recounted now and again
Accurate and forgiving
May time be good to us
Like it has to no other
May these years be not in vain
May the wind whisper reminders
To our loved ones to keep us close
Lest we slip away
For if we are to be forgotten
The church bells ring for naught
And the tears of beloveds
And the ambivalent faces of youngsters
Staring into open graves soon to be undone
Will be all but empty rituals
And the somber fears of the unknown
Creep swiftly on

We took ungrateful breaths
And wasted away
Aimless we walked
Now buried we stay
We've passed through the ether
Through six feet of sorrow
We've broken the halo
Everyday is tomorrow
We drift and we drift
On your memory's shores
We were beyond your reach
Forever more
But if we may offer
Just one last request
These words whispered from Elsewhere's address

Remember us.