eat your greens

[underoakes]

criiiiiick---
krik--- krik---- krick--- buzzzzzz------
doesn't take a genius to
realize why the poor bug is
called Cricket
Tonight must be a special night for them
their prayer calls surround me
replacing the silence which usually sounds
like vacuum but with a pinch of cricket buzz
the night sky is not totally dark
i can see a shade of navy under the clouds

a friend's dad just passed away
a close friend, a friend who taught me
how to celebrate, how to not giva damn
from his eyes i can tell--- eyes never lie
it sure was running, a fountain of sadness
which starts from the depths of the crevasses
of sorrow and grief
we tried our best to churn the laughters out of him
and we sure did
i was happy to see him laugh
heck, we were happy we were laughing
death is a part of us, death will linger on
"why is life made only for the end"
why, life.
why.

this is for you Hyena.
you just made me want to make a list
of all the great things my Dad has done
for me, for all of us
a list which starts with------
1. Dad taught me everything
------- 32. Dad taught me how to iron a shirt the effective way
------- 76. Dad told me "Idiots are siblings who fight"
and ends with;
Dad, being the a huge outer influence, taught me how to live.

thank you, friend.

written by a tired soul, a really tired soul---- me.