The sands of time sweep on, carrying us forward.
They erode the past, creating new life.
Where there is hopeless nothingness,
forms the seeds of life.
The smiles on peoples faces, hand in hand we walk.
Together happiness, a new feeling.
A good feeling.
There they go, those sands again.
Tearing at the fabric of your reality, battering them to shreds.
Nothing lasts long here, most of it lies in your head.
As a race we move on, as people we dwell.
We choose our pace to walk through our shallow hell.
As we grow older everything changes, we live, we learn and we hurt.
The sands sweep us along again, suddenly we're thrown out of our homes.
Tossed into the chaos of the world, forced to move as one with the hoards.
Day to day, we walk our way.
With the blank nothing, why must we pay.
Love springs into our nothingness world, once more we feel whole.
As happiness pushes us out of our dark role, we begin to remember we have a soul.
We hold our heads up as we walk along, moving through the world on our own.
As we walk our challenges grow harder, the times make us smarter.
We fight through the world, struggling to survive.
The reasons why, There isn't but one.
Time has past, sands eroding the past.
Suddenly the world is brighter, filled with laughter.
Springing forth, urning to learn.
Small feet in the sand, children.
As they grow, you see the trials.
Creating their past like a growing file.
Once more we are pushed forward, the lights are dimming.
You have come to the end of your journey, unsure of what comes next.
You have lived a life, of sadness, hope, pain, love.
But alas, what is to come?
In the blink of an eye you're gone, sands sweeping over you like a dark shadow.
Erasing you from the world.
But you're not completely gone, you live in the minds of those you have touched.
And now, you too, are part of the sand.
I see your words
but they swim past my eyes
and dart past meaning,
a fleeting fish from the abyss
of a mind.
A mind that has alway been kind,
That has always been softly spoken,
a mind awoken from a slumber of slurs,
and artificial words,
that created artificial worlds.
Yet even when our worlds collapse,
You insist on the playful insult,
and the teasing tone we take,
it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts.
But we don’t care,
You scream out a name unknown as I whisper,
“This is unfair.”
And we hear your silence like the echo of a drum
with its constant ba-dum, ba-dum, ba-dum
of emptiness, and loneliness and lowliness
along with every bad emotion that has ever been felt
by a teenager going through her faze of
hatred and self inflicted torture of the mind.
But through the dark of universes,
I hear your speech,
with words that shoot past my ears like stars
leaving a trail of chalky stardust
and dusty letters
to be unremembered by.
Galaxies glide by in this suspended time
and I realize that the words on your lips are not ours,
Ashes on the ground
what was lost would never be found.
Thick, dark smoke
swam in and out of our guts,
the searing pain at the sight of it ingrained in our hearts.
The buildings were razed to the ground.
Early hours of yester years
christmas period, he recalled
at the stroke of the mid-night exactly
the disturbing sounds came.
Voices and chatter was at its loudest,
he curiously stepped out of his apartment.
His sight was greeted with smoke,
his nose awoke fully the rest of his half-asleep senses.
Fire, he saw.
Walking people on fire
stood still and stared
unable to run forward and help.
His ears vibrated at the sounds of the approaching foot-steps.
He could see people pouring buckets after another
on people and the buildings.
Soon, the police
and the fire men came.
The fires vexed.
The screams we heard from those inside the buildings ceased, those who worked late into the night.
Hose after hose
Ladder after ladder
till the second hour
when it flamed out.
It grew higher and higher,
darker and thicker
till the third hour
when the white smoke prevailed.
Yellow stripes made by the police contained the curious crowd.
Ambulances struggled to revive the fainting people.
Some where in the crowd the man stood.
He kept his head down
a tear trickled down his face.
He had seen fires kissing flesh
and properties transforming to ash.
He witnessed live death
and fires blazing bright.
He saw what he saw.
The National Business Center would be greatly missed.
May God grant you all the fortitude to bear the loss.
such a bright smile
it was ruined
by her dark spirit
your love is what feeds the sun,
the brightness in my heart
your love is what warms the sky,
the fondness in my eyes
your love is what drizzles in the air,
the tears on my cheek
your love is what the winds are,
the hurricane in my head
your love is like the dark night,
i'm lost and i'm looking for light
your love is like what could've been,
an abandoned city inside of me
your love is all dry and gone,
like the trench you built in my heart
The path was lonely
company is not too hard to find these days
Some sweaty rags and a
patched army coat
emerged from a dark
waved me in his direction
he approached me instead
with his friend
which I couldn't see
but it was dark
so I think
along with some money
I will give him the benefit of the doubt
since it is too typical
to assume that if a homeless man is talking
it is to himself
He began to whisper
and inch towards my face
His breath smelled something
that could only
be described in eulogy
Underneath his tumbleweed beard
were deep ridges
filled with dirt and sweat
the Grand Canyon had a son
and disowned him
His advice hit my face
with golden plaque
from the gaps of his teeth
Things will get better soon, my friend
some guffaws and a handshake later
he jumped back off his feet
and into the dark
I continued home
to my own boxed alleyway
thinking it was five minutes
If I ever went back to that
dark of a street
I will hope that he is gone
to find a brighter one
They crawl through the remnants of the ice-cascaded leaves,
They listen to the words and the exhalations that you seethe,
They burn into your mind with their dark and stinging presence,
Out of corners of your eyes flashes their consuming iridescence.
Divided we fall to the evil which careens,
But together on all sides there is nothing unseen.
Our covert chorus will never fall,
To the vine of scales that follows all,
The serpent's slick black viewed through the holes in the walls!
Too much like,
The darkest Reich.
To what they are, a slithering mass of serpents crawling,
And brawling with the street rats in the night!
Helen shall I dash my hopes upon your rocks
Sacrifice my ship to sinking sirens song
Chase your willowisp into the dark swamps deadly mist?
Sultry siren sing to me
And bring me
Towards the jagged expectations of your ever changing shores
I shall sink myself upon the shark filled shoals
Where sailors seek salvation
And find their high hopes drowned
To fall into the endless dark
Where skeletons enthroned
All wear the coral crown
Oh Helen I shall send a fleet with high flags flying
And chance your shifting sands
I shall risk the rocks and waves
the highs and lows of your desire
I shall steer my ship towards heaven
And hope to reach it's shores
Why do we wait a whole year to make resolutions when we can work on then now?
Are we scared and thus want to procrastinate them somehow?
Why is it that when we're kids we're scared of monsters under the bed
And when we grow older we aren't scared because we realize the monsters are in our head
Why is it that we are scared of the dark whereas it holds the same things when it's light
Is it because we're scared we might do something wrong because we are out of sight?
Why is it that when we see a disheveled man wearing rags we're afraid he might steal
Whereas nowadays smart men behind a huge desk are way better at this deal
Why is it that we ask so many questions but have so many unanswered
Is it because we're scared of the truth that will come out if they're answered?
It's a bit too cold
in this ugly Christmas sweater
made badly, quickly by my grandmother
when she did such things for me.
I'm sitting in my room, legs pulled to my chest
shivering through my long pants and wool
finger shaking, palms clammy and cold
but somehow managing to type out these letters to you.
You tell me you're so oh so warm
where you are right now, in your little house
just on the very edge of the forest
cheeks rosy and sweet, just like the rest of you.
Brr, it's too cold outside
to be this giddy
but I am regardless of the weather
you kiss my head in the dark.
And I wake up, then, all alone
teardrops dripping from my eyes, nose running and frozen
in this horrible Christmas sweater
and I don't think I will be warm ever again.