Laughter is my offspring.

Never trade a rich life
of gone-too-soon summers,
for immortality in a lifeless winter.

Let this life be mine to divine,
when the legacy is gone,
and I'm wandering in the black beyond,
Don't overthink or ponder on,
Just listen.


For those distant giggles I left behind,
an echoing gift for all mankind.

Ripe fruit on the branch,
so rich and sweet,
bursts juice that trickles down.

Into the roots so thick and deep.
all good things,
return to the ground.

No Titans left to slay,
Constellations left to claim.

The temples of gods,
swallowed under eons.

In an age without wonder,
to be born with the heart of a hero,
is to be cursed in a time without villains,

Destined for barbaric purpose,
in a world without adventure.
Armor swapped for silk,
Surrendered swords to philosophy,


Still I believe that somewhere,
between closed eyes and open spirits...
The ancient battles still rage on,
flashes of wars without names.

Where blood shed for valor,
Paves paths for all nations,
to the hall of heroes,
and an eternal feast of celebration.

Birds only fly
Because their bones are hollow.


Empty yourself,
Wings widening,
Weakly at first,
Soon little one,
You too can soar.


Lose the ground,
Gain the skies.

Make them see,
it was their responsibility.

You never asked to be.
Infant and a burden,
Insults and a murmur.

Never quite saying
What they were thinking,
If only you hadn't.
But there you coo,
with a crooked grin.

Boy,
If you must apologize,
Do it to yourself.

You never asked for anything
and you were offered even less.