gratitude 🕷️

The most beautiful creation of humankind,
that which immortalizes through ink and song,
still bastardizes this profound gratitude
for what saves my life
over

and over.

And in that I see
Just how much I value time in this world
     in this state of matter --
So much so, that
through profession of this song in my soul,
the garish light of its own conception
and reality enhanced by its being shared

mutes its flaring hues.

Yet, I still wish for the world
to see just how much it means to me
and in that eternal struggle
such gratitude warps into a pied jester
and turns to taunt me
and taint itself.

eternally grateful / transience

as I lay here
At four in the morning
And strain to hear your faint breathing
I think --
    Music in now, aid to sleep,
    The light behind your eyes --
Under the strangely bright night sky
And popcorn ceiling I've grown up with
    And would hate to lose:
Another day will soon dawn
and time passes by
So quickly

I haven't told you I love you recently
I hope I get another chance --
I wonder
Heart wringing, sore chest
What life will be like without you
And all I will know then
And all I realize now is
That I am eternally grateful
For all that you've done.

lifeline / pull

an elaborate symphony waxing delirious
spun from swirling
lust for long-lost thrill
keeps fluttering hearts racing past monotony
to the endorphin end game.

where will you go?

This here, what you see, is not the end of the road, nor the beginning.

It is another lamppost at the corner, casting its halo around you.

Where you go is where your soul will lead you, not where another will guide you.

Where will you go?

Will you walk straight ahead, towards the misty shroud of mystery facing you?

Or duck under dark branches and find yourself in uncharted territory?

I can’t answer for you, but I, for one, will just close my eyes and follow my toes.

TIME

I feel my time slipping away from me like the loose reins of a sun chariot.

Every time I see the date, I tighten my grip, only to be burned. Too fast.

Yes, I hold the whip to control the horses running rampant,

but instead they whip me with their wild constraints.

And so the human revokes mastery of the universal dimension

And thus the world -- great grand scheme -- returns to order

Yet returns to chaos

As the human -- puny perspective -- sees it.