Change For e Better

Flick on the tv and watch

Open a book and read

Click the pen and write Countless words fll the page as tears drop for the ones they blame The blame not put on a world that can only see one race

When the tv is on, I see But i don’t see me

When i fip the page, i read But i don’t see me

When the radio is on, i hear But i don’t see me

To want to be seen is some sort of adversity

But the true question is when will i see me

The fire pulsed

And the warmth seeped through my veins. But my fingers are blue, And my mind still remains. I will never forget those tired, cold nights I will never forget the way I wished without freight, Of one possible life, full of delight

It went something like this:

Dusty eyes and tired words, Marble floors and wood-sewn doors

Tapestries leaked through our dynasty

While candles licked the cold night's ecstasy

Because this same flower blooms, The strong one that had never been moved And still this same sky

Continues to try and bring forth her demise

Calming words and meaningful silence, We will never forget such dutiful violence

The morning after I die, Let's sit and get a coffee. Maybe we can add a scone or two Sink into our chairs for at least a couple hours, We can ask about what went wrong And reminisce on what went right; We can think about our past and when we were fond And long for the lack of fight.

The coming and going of the tide

The waxing and waning of your mind

Apparently I have simply gone wild Grown through the iced ground, flower child.

I am nowhere to be found

I have simply finished everything now

But, yet, I'm still unable to be proud?

It's not the moon, but the stars

The path has been found

Forever under constant array or your arms

I've fought through the thorns

And appeared through the brush

But when the day comes to an end

I am left with a screeching thrush

The morning after I die, I want my blood to run cold And my fingers to turn blue Wrapped around a coffee cup, Talking to you

'The sun will be shining through And no matter what I try to do, I know by the days' end I will be forever subdued. I know this because life now isn't about what went right It isn't just about our frivolous teenage frights. Once you realize that too, Relent to your need for the relief that's been due, You will remember the warm morning dew Without longing for anything new.

As I step down onto the damp spring grass, Everything is set alight.

Once green now charred I turned around, and everything was barred The leaves the trees the weeds

My feet my face my hands

We're red, bright red, spreading onto everything In front of me.

I burn everything I touch.

Like Midas, but the curse that may have brought reward Only brought me ash and loneliness unforetold

The heat is spreading through my body, I am burning from the inside out My breathing is hot and taxing, The air around me is thick and buzzing. I have nowhere to go, No amount of water will quench this spark.

I'm tired of not having a match, I can't pick one up by myself without the stick crumbling.

I realize there is nothing that can stop this, This irrevocable heated anger. My eyes welled up in gasoline, Spreading to the earth beneath me. With just one look I was set alight, My fuel and my fire consumed me.

I will not let a terrible fate throw me away I despise the thought of being unaware So no matter what I do, I will always stay Always willing to care.

I will not let another writer Write my own story for me tonight The moon looks even brighter Under this downfall of our snows might.

Follow the breeze and let your eyes sway So take my warning, heed my prayer Please understand that I'm going this way And you can follow this path if you dare.

Although my heart takes me higher and higher And your falling tears keep me from eternal delight In the end it's up to you to stop the quiver The one that holds your doomed fright.

I will not settle The red lights grow bright will not settle Summer wind brushes my hair tonight I will not settle Running through the trees will not settle Because I deserve more than autumn leaves. I will not settle For I am alight with a flame Of the burning of time, so I will not let this wane I will take this life and make it mine I will not settle Because to call myself a writer With my hair tied up and a pen in my hand I must be a fighter, So I will not sink into the sand.

“Out of the night that covers me, Black as the pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may be For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance I have not winced nor cried aloud. Under the bludgeonings of chance My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears Looms but the Horror of the shade, And yet the menace of the years Finds and shall fnd me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate, How charged with punishments the scroll, I am the master of my fate, I am the captain of my soul.”

William Ernest Henly