The Last Call

The pain is not in regretting  
On missed opportunities had 
No good crying over spilt milk 

The pain is in reminiscing 
On old memories we had 
A sunny day, a better day, a funny day

I see all the young faces getting older
Singles becoming doubles 
With plus 1 or 2 on the family tree 

It is like the last sip from the glass 
Staring long before taken, for prosperity 
Bottoms up, just to get up and walk on by

Life is a series of films
With you as the main actor, character
Always constant in the script you live by

Let tomorrow
Hold us in good standing
As today did in memories we have

We made it this far
Butterflies with wings
In against the gale force

See you when we get there
If we are lucky to, in this life time
The winds blow down south

If not, then in another to come
Be the stranger I walked up to
By the road side in passing

And with just a smile
We became instant friends
A connection as old as time

#life #love
#friendship
#inlovingmemory

Your face is a picture
Tattooed on my frontal lobe
Like a projected hieroglyphics inscribed

I see you each and everyday
Whenever I think of you
A replayed scene on repeat play

The pain is a  joy of memories we sit on lament
T' we get high on to hallucinate seeing stars
And time lords over all, nothing else matter 

Raising a fallen star

Tell the enemy 
To look at the span of my wings ‪
#‎life ‬‪#‎philosophy 

Do you see stars in the sky
Look close at the reflection of my image 
I am shooting stars 

Rainbows hold baskets with my riches
If you can find the end of the rainbow 
Like the elf's do

My wealth is spread like a flag 
Made by Theodosia Okoh
Colourful across the heavens 

Reflection like a diamond sparkle on water
Imagine how poor the world would look
With just black and white on display 

So we mix it up 
Sprinkle new colours into the day
In-between stories being told

Salt will only add to my flavor 
And not turn me into a statue 
Burning me on a stake

My soul will not perish 
My skin will not melt
My lungs can handle the ash that falls

Announce yourself 
To the sun like a butterfly 
In the meadows 

Do not waste time blaming strive
Breathe is the only bonus given 
For the night is like old age 

Only made of the darkness 
And a re-familiarity with the stars 
Making preparation to rejoin the heavens 

Make memories in the sun
Time is a journey following the sun 
As it rises to set

Good will hunting
It is an open field 
No hating