Age

Everything ages. Even ages age, eras are born then crumble and die. Countries and empires share the same fate. Greece, Rome, Persia, whatever the hell Russia was; it doesn't matter eventually time conquers all. Time will conquer you. It is the one insurmountable fact, you are going to die. One day. Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow; maybe you're already dead. Life doesn't always fade out when a person punches their ticket. Sometimes choices snuff that out long before the physical end. There was a kid I grew up with. A bright shining star in the world around him with a promising future ahead. Slowly, his star began to go supernova... white dwarf on red giant star. Someone with promise ends up climbing thirteen balconies to kill an old man or starts a drug addiction that only ends with an early grave. For what? A gang? Drugs? Pleasure? I don't know, and I don't really care anymore. I've seen a ton of stars come and go. The universe is looming with the darkness; empty slots where light once stood. The point is that we all have promise; some burning bright ambition, potential, or fate. But all it comes down to is when are you going to fizzle out and more importantly will you know if you already have?

A Promise

I will stop being the deadbeat dad of this blog.

I will write more to post on this blog.

I will write more for myself.

I will write.

I will.

Of Love

All of a sudden,
I have room to breathe,
room to see
that's not what I want.
You see?

Being alone does not compare,
to when your presence is felt,
on my skin
my mortal sin,
my mind directly focused on you;
to whom I don't compare,
my better half- quite cliche,
you're my one and only half,
to make me whole
my one to cherish
my one to hold.

Aftermath

Pulsing pain - rapture stained,
from neck to deck of salvaged wreck.
The price of pain too hard to feign,
un-tilled silence stumbles after
jagged violence binds the captured.
What has happened to all the laughter?

A Lesson in English

My Sister.

It’s been many days

Since I’ve seen the graves

The Seas swallow my eyes.

It seems strange, but the grass is greener since the last time I came. No one in my family has been here yet this spring. Two years have passed since I was here. The open ended questions fill my head again. I am an only child but I wouldn’t have been. Maybe if she was born in a time when technology was better? What if I was first and she was second? Hundreds of graves surround her. So close together they seem; I always tread lightly here. Pinwheels and stuffed animals scattered throughout. These children will never grow up; children that are forever young. There is child next to child next to child for a football field’s length. Only the grass grows now. I trim around the edges of the headstone with my hand. Pulling patches out methodically. Then brush off the debris and I stare.

It’s been many days

Since I’ve seen the name

That is all I’ve ever known.

Blurb.

The sultry sheen of shadowy souls
Projecting from the words of prose
Comes love and hate, too rare, too far.
Contemplation quiet in contempt,
Fear of uncertainty and abyssal magnitude
Polarities shift, evolve, implode.
Is this the burden I was born to bare,
Will there ever be room to grow.