A Poem by Henry Scott Holland

The poem below is not one that I wrote but found one day. 


Death is nothing at all.
I have only slipped away into the next room.
I am I, and you are you.
Whatever we were to each other, that we still are.
Call me by my old familiar name,
speak to me in the easy way which you always used.
Put no difference in your tone,
wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow.
Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes we enjoyed together.
Play, smile, think of me, pray for me.
Let my name be ever the household word that it always was,
let it be spoken without effect,
without the trace of a shadow on it.
Life means all that it ever meant.
It is the same that it ever was;
there is unbroken continuity.
Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight?
I am waiting for you, for an interval,
somewhere very near, just round the corner.
And all is well.

Henry Scott Holland ~ 1847-1918
Canon of St. Paul's Cathedral ~ London. UK

Life is Life

And Death

Well Death is Death

What happens in between 

Is up to us

However

Once it's done

It's done

There is no going back

The hands of time are fixed

In Place

If we want to make a 

Change

It's for our future

Not our past

Trust me 

The past 

Isn't a place 

You want to get 

Stuck in

Unless you seek 

An early Grave

But remember

This life isn't

A childhood game

Where you are

Given Extra Lives

If you want

2nd chances 

You earn them

So

Change your Future

And let the Pendulum Swing

Onward

I thought...

I thought he had more time

I thought I could finish the cranes

I thought I could save him

I thought wrong.

Crash and Burn

Its amazing how fast one can fall 

And crash to their death

On top of the world 

Having it all

When 

In a split second

It's all gone

That high you felt

Could never last so why bother

Trying to make it last

Hope is gone

That spark of faith 

Is quick to fade 

What's wrong with me

Why am I this way

Meaningless words have torn me

Apart

And I 

I let them

Momentarily I had it all

Then I stalled

Crashed

And Burned 

Auto-pilot on

I've lost control

Here I go again 

Will I land safe or

Will I make a 

Suicide mission out of 

The life I continuously

Manage to abuse

Time and time again

I don't know if I 

Can do it 

Anymore as I slowly

Shutdown

And live in 

My auto-pilot world

Where no one 

Will ever know the truth about what

Lies inside

Honestly Honest Honesty

They say Honesty is the best policy
But Honestly,  Honesty has the potential
To ruin damn near everything
Some truths are best untold
And some lies shouldn't be revealed

Once again I've messed up
I was Honest when Honestly
I shouldn't have
They say Honesty is the best policy
But Honestly I disagree

Honesty created wounds
That should have never formed
Apologies can't fix what I've done
They say Honesty is the best policy
But Honestly  I'm not sure anymore