I am at my best 
when I have nothing left 
for there is nothing to lose. 
Fear is a coffin, 
can bury you alive. 
Never be afraid to die 
for after life comes the light 
and all inside fly.

Life is a journey, 
a fucked up maze,
dark dark days 
much penance to pay, 
happy is in the chase. 
Opulence will end you 
but death will set you free. 
A pure heart does flutter
to the green in the trees.

I been lost in my head, 
empty spaces, 
numbing the brain 
to block out the voices. 
Wondering if inside my heart 
there is anything at all 
but closet space. 

Thinking how a casket 
is a sleepy warm place 
but underground 
there's nothing but cloud 
and frowns and the owl 
sees all fall like leaves 
we flutter in the breeze 
never really knowing 
what or where, who or how. 

One just gives control 
to the elements 
and lets the weather 
take you where you be. 
It's the moon and the tides 
do pull at our insides.

©JMCole