in early morning quiet
I try to fall asleep
and pass the hours silently,
I listen to you breathe.
cold winter outside my window,
with a cloudless clear black sky,
and with one star shining brightest
I contemplate this life.
::imaginative introspection::
Imagine that all life is an illusion. All that exists is this moment. No past, no future, each memory, every plan, a part of the illusion. Life, in a photograph.
Do you like the image of yourself?
in early morning quiet
I try to fall asleep
and pass the hours silently,
I listen to you breathe.
cold winter outside my window,
with a cloudless clear black sky,
and with one star shining brightest
I contemplate this life.
they used to call me wizard
not so long ago
I’d use this mind to make them soar
and with their bread I’d learn some more
They used to call me teacher
preacher
angel
lover
lost
and now my name’s been changed again
I’m broken, dangerous
But he will call me love
and that’s all that there is
and with his breath I rise again
from a soul once very dead.
sick at the mere thought
of anything darin to hurt you
I say a quick prayer
to a God who may have left this world
and hope for your soul that he hasn't
with tears in these eyes
I work harder to control
this body which shakes
beneath grief unknown to
man
and as grief turns to rage
I wonder why it is
he ain't runnin yet.
Lost in the hunting
eyes mist
as you land that
final kiss
determined to walk away from
bliss
Lost in the hunting
skin shivers
as you climb that
final step
determined to continue on
living
in this cold
Grit the teeth
wait
hammer falls
Hard on a lost cause
wait
patron,
saint
Eyes focused above
wait
salvation hovers
Moments
too late
I long for a time
without form,
void,
when nothing is everything
what's everything?
before life there was darkness
in darkness there was
something
sparking this life
some questions arose.
with multiverse theories abound
I wonder
which parallel gave us the ground
on which I now stand and ponder around
forming science
with all of its theories and laws
that somehow fit in to the ultimate cause
and this life is but one that perpetuates
the clear goal, still,
to proliferate
I speak words
that hurt this soul
cutting deep to remove that
love, like a cancer
walk away
fogetting to breathe
icy air that chokes the throat
somewhere in the darkness
a single tear
falls.