Each nightI sitsomewhere differentsome different waymy eyes fixed upon everchanging movementsof things thatdon’t look backor say hello and I waitto intersect witha glanceto knowI’m still here
Poetry
Wind me upAnd watch as I go here and thereAnd then over there Watch how there is no patternNo repetitionNo way to calculateWhere I’ll be next I have been linking and joiningOther paths where theyGo back and forthOver and over againTo offer a way outOf the monotony Inviting and proclaimingLook at where you could goAnd
with each personcomes a debtor chainin the form of expectationor contractor force a ruleownershipprivate propertypossessionit is everywhere a prison built by theprisoners because they are scaredof what lies outside their grasp butwith youi want to gowhere few have gonebut where everyonelongs to bedeep in the shadows of their passion so i lay myself downalong with
I said a lot of thingsI did even moreI felt littleThe focus hasn’t changed thoughI’ve been trying to getThere. Everything saidEverything doneEverything feltWas everything I had to getThere. It’s not a place, but sometimes it’s a feelingIt’s not my words, but sometimes it’s yoursAnd you can’t book flights, but you can book time alone to
i don’t want today to be about yesterdayi want more than memoriesi want futureshopevisionoptions when today is about tomorrow it brings life when all i have already has beenwhat is left? there is one thingmemoryprovidesthat sets the table fortomorrow gratitude for each momentand personand shared care there is another thingthat lurks behind gratitude loss and
when you latch on to themand they latch onto youwith intent on becoming onerearranging desire, pain and hope latching comes with the burden of intentlayers and layers and layersof whyforced to be reckoned with egolikedpowersecurityhappinesssexdesiresuccessfriendshipwitness uncertainty starts to creep inmaybe you are actually alonemaybe there won’t be reciprocationmaybe they just can’tmaybe they are scaredgod know
death is death even though not all death is the same as the space between one death and the next lies a heart that has been broken and mended and then put back together and then shattered again and now that heart exists in many spaces and with many people and with many memories and
the Amazon is burning at a record rate, glaciers are melting at record rates, kids are dying at borders at record rates, overdoses are killing at record rates, facism is increasing at record rates, andpopulist candidates are winning at record rates when will peace see record rateswhen will love set a record ratewhen will awareness set a record rate
Naivety allows one to face into fate Each day comes and goes Why accept what you know to be true? Might as well believe in something else Peace comes through ignorance Each day comes and goes Anxiety comes through knowing That the unavoidable hasn’t happened yet Innocence precludes endings Each day comes and goes Soon