Afterlife and Afterdeath

Is this it?
There has to be something more
that what I see and hear.
Give me something to live for

Don't be mistaken:
Death does not beckon me
but I feel no fear
for the unknown journey
taken by those so dear

To me, and all others
We know grief too well
As a friend who tries to comfort us
but instead, gives us hell.

Emerging the other side
after so much crying
and hiding from eyes
so curious and prying

No longer wracked
by sadness, coming in waves
as we hold on to our tiny boats
and gaze upon the ocean of graves

So now, tell me why
we don't capsize
into the churning dark water
what have we realized?

Perhaps the idea
that we will return
to happiness, to joy
to love, to learn

encourages perseverance
so we hold the rope
that ties us to humanity
known, in words, as hope.

Cityscape

Giant glass windows
and sharp corners
pierce the sky
and beckon to foreigners

who wander the streets
cameras in hand, mouth agape
in awe of the buildings
and the skies they scrape

a world filled with cigarette smoke
and eighty story mirrors
that become less impressive
as you get nearer

to the tragic truth
that lies within the lack of green
money is abundant
but flowers remain unseen.

We suffocate ourselves
with our own pollution
that shall remain
lest we create a revolution.