So full of life,
how you came into the world,
a bustling little ball of joy.
Parents that adore you,
family that loves you,
and a sun that shines
on your every smile.
You make the world
go around my dear.
You won't realize that
until much later in life
little one, you have so much
Up
G r o w i n g ^^ to do.
When I held you as a baby
you smiled at me,
it was as if the clouds
parted and the rain abated
for the moments you were smiling.
Child you hold your arms open
to a world full of malice and deceit,
and yet you still smile and laugh.
Fate has played a hand for you,
and it was cruel of them
to double down on a losing hand.
Yet somehow you managed to smile
in the face of adversity,
scream into the wind,
and let your heart be heard.
You've touched so many
in the short time being here,
we see your courage,
your fortitude,
and can do nothing but applaud.
Losing a part of yourself
that you never really knew,
only had a short time to use,
and still you smile...
how you smile...
I can only weep,
when the sun shines
through your eyes.
© Justin Frieberg, All rights reserved
Monday, February 21, 2005
Sunday, February 6, 2005
Black Sand, Blood Ocean, Blue Sun
Grains of sand, like tears, so black
that eternal night is held
in each individual piece.
They squish through gaps
between toes tempered by
The scorching Blue flamed sun
that burns only to destroy
those who cannot adapt
to it's awesome fury.
Still I trod on
while the Blood red
sea laps at my feet,
trying to steal the only
bleak color away from me.
Relentlessly pounding
Obsidian cliffs of mourning
and returning each tear
shed to the beach of memories.
Twisted trees perch upon
gnarled knolls of dry packed
dirt the color of death,
for nothing can live here
nature is but a memory.
I sit and whisper to my companion
of the coming night
and perilous doom,
She sheds a black tear,
never saying a word,
and watches the Blue fire
Die in a glorious crimson
pool of sorrow.
© Justin Frieberg, All rights reserved
that eternal night is held
in each individual piece.
They squish through gaps
between toes tempered by
The scorching Blue flamed sun
that burns only to destroy
those who cannot adapt
to it's awesome fury.
Still I trod on
while the Blood red
sea laps at my feet,
trying to steal the only
bleak color away from me.
Relentlessly pounding
Obsidian cliffs of mourning
and returning each tear
shed to the beach of memories.
Twisted trees perch upon
gnarled knolls of dry packed
dirt the color of death,
for nothing can live here
nature is but a memory.
I sit and whisper to my companion
of the coming night
and perilous doom,
She sheds a black tear,
never saying a word,
and watches the Blue fire
Die in a glorious crimson
pool of sorrow.
© Justin Frieberg, All rights reserved
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