I've put some thought upon the end
I've contemplated my demise
I've weighed the impact of my life
And tried to see it through your eyes
What riches, rags, or recompense
Were born of exploits I have sought?
What scars and sleepless night has my
pursuit of such false treasures wrought?
And if the sun should set at last
Upon my final waking hour
And see my eyes find perfect rest
My heart and mind give up their power,
What part of me, if some at all
Would linger here and carry on?
What fraction of my effigy
Will smolder once the frame is gone?
I've put some thought upon the end
But thought better and raised my head
Life is wasted on the living
Who count themselves among the dead.
Jun 2, 2025
Jun 2, 2025 at 11:36 AM UTC
Standing clinched-fists in the rubble of good intentions, with the blood of my own soul under my fingernails, I look forward-
not to the ****** but to the end.
Sep 30, 2020
Sep 30, 2020 at 1:53 AM UTC
If those young men had looked like me,
how diff'rent everything would be.
There'd be no blood or teardrops shed.
Had they been white, they'd not be dead.
If Mike Brown had been Michael White,
he surely would have been alright.
"Don't shoot!" would not need to be said.
Had he been white, he'd not be dead.
From Ferguson to East L.A.,
we hear the stories every day.
"Protect and Serve" til streets run red.
Had they been white, they'd not be dead.
Call it racial immunity,
where skin-tone is impunity.
Don't let yourself be so misled-
had they been white, they'd not be dead.
As more and more young ones are slain,
and protests are met with disdain,
you may debate what I have said,
but were they white, they'd not be dead.
Aug 12, 2020
Aug 12, 2020 at 7:44 PM UTC
I fell in love with candlelight-
in my darkness, she shone so bright.
She danced the breeze, lit up the night,
her glow consumed my very sight.
But wax and wick both burn away,
and candlelight just cannot stay.
As sure as night turns into day,
that fickle flame will go astray.
But for a moment, through the storm,
she lit my world, she kept me warm,
then flickered out, as is the norm
for candlelight, its fleeting form.
I fell in love with candlelight,
for but a moment, all was right.
Her glow, her dance, consumed my sight,
and faded out at end of night.
Aug 1, 2020
Aug 1, 2020 at 3:15 PM UTC
Here we stand on the edge of extinction
Shaking fists at the sun
Snarling through clinched teeth
And casting fault for the burnt flesh
We chose not to shield.
Jul 28, 2020
Jul 28, 2020 at 5:39 PM UTC
Amazing how the venom glows
So easy on the eyes
I'll poison myself with your touch
And breathe my last in sighs
Burn my veins in place of the warmth
I thought would be my prize
How sweet the bile that's killing me
How tender my demise
Jul 26, 2020
Jul 26, 2020 at 6:24 PM UTC
I'm a cosmic wanderer
I don't belong here
Stardust stuck to a ball of dirt
I don't remember the fall
Or the trip at all,
So the impact must've hurt.
Now here I stand
On hostile sand
The weak all feed the strong.
A cosmic wanderer, I am
Stuck somewhere I don't belong.
Jul 26, 2020
Jul 26, 2020 at 1:55 AM UTC
Do these drugs make my existential crisis look fat?
Jul 24, 2020
Jul 24, 2020 at 1:16 AM UTC
It matters not that years may pass
and take with them parts of us,
or age may sneak across our faces
and throw us under the bus.
Still seemingly a sculpture
or an ageless nursery rhyme,
you hang there, art for soul displayed
beyond the touch of time.
I witnessed as you robbed me
of attention elsewhere spent.
You blossomed like a cherry tree,
and I lied to mask intent
A craving for a fresh Spring love,
that very tree to climb,
and to swing there, from your branches
beyond the touch of time.
I wanted you like Summertime,
I reveled in your heat.
The long, hot days turned into nights
Where I sought to compete
to bask there in your sunlight...
I'd spend my final dime
To ride the sky with you, like stars,
beyond the touch of time.
I fell for you like fiery leaves,
carried forth on Autumn wind,
and dried up on the forest floor
A season, there to spend,
Nestled in your deep laid roots,
it should have been a crime
To fade away as you stood there
beyond the touch of time.
I loved you like a blizzard,
but you came across as salt
Melting me to clear the way
through my wintry assault.
Yet danced around me like a flake,
held aloft by the sublime,
and hung there in the frozen air
beyond the touch of time.
Full circle, and full cycle,
the revolution's done.
In the aftermath, the epilogue,
it's hard to say who won.
I still see you, through the seasons
and you live on like a rhyme,
written upon infinity,
beyond the touch of time.
Jul 23, 2020
Jul 23, 2020 at 7:59 PM UTC