In the end,
Listening without learning,
Statements without substance,
And memories without meaning
Will fall out of sight.

In the end,
Movements without martyrs,
Peace without petitions,
And sacrifice without suffering
Will fall into place.

In the end,
Lovers without longing,
Fighters without fury,
And humans without hatred
Will come into life.

In the end,
Dreamers without division,
Artists without anxiety,
And reachers without restriction
Will supplement the land.

In the end,
Belonging without bias,
Feeling without fearing,
And making without marring
Will sum up the collective.

But for the time being,
Flaws with folly,
Ignorance with imperfection,
And compassion with chaos
Will remain the certain truths as since
The beginning.

Fingertip aura; her light shines through me
And although these words have again been said
Repetition a smile, feeling free
I dream about her awake in my bed

Away; every bright twinkle in her eye
Hollows out my skeleton to shy dust
Ember a tidal wave; red and blue sky
Colors swirl and fall to corroded rust

And my hands to her’s, senses allude us
Would it matter if blindness came to stay?
We see without seeing; feel that all was
Time sheds its false fake mask: Night becomes day

So into this, we turn inside and two
One being a mix; to become all you.

The brass coated tones of strings in the air
Elevate the music of nature, joy
And endless fertility in fields fair
Thus, the sleeping youthful bud trembles coy
The cadence of the whispering wind flies
And glides among the lilacs of deep blue
With each summer stroke, a petaled sea sighs
Reflected by green; devoid of mildew
For each careful petal holds for dear life
Against the zephyr in a meadow calm
Yet, the peace returns; the meadow is rife
With the beauty of nature’s work in psalm
So this, the eternal flowering land
Surrounds the tranquil world a vision grand.

One of these days, departure from life will
Occur, and these tired eyes shall then cease
But our dancing days still shine, until
That faraway future of midnight peace
Let us treasure each tender green grass blade
And the ripples of water in the pond
And each enchanted moment in the shade
Pulls us closer into a cosmic bond
Our pasts and futures need not matter
If the present is beautiful today
The only thing that could make me sadder
Is if you were to slowly go away
For communication is my lifeline
Until we meet again, angel of mine.

I.
Am.
Cracking.

My speech, once proud and confident
Has now fallen to glass shards on blackened concrete.

My eyes, once sure and smooth
Are now like a defective camera with a defiant lens.

My fingers feel like they could stand on their own and march out of their sockets like a parade.

Not a day goes by now
That I refrain from twitching to cope with feeling overwhelmed.

My soul is cracking.