The sun rises high to the peak of the sky.
At last I sit and rest.
I mix my rye with citrus most dry
and clutch it to my breast.
I feel the cold burn my joints, so old,
and know that I’ve been blessed,
for to see what’s told of that glittering gold
has me quite possessed.
I raise my glass to the world en masse
and think of my last request.
I feel it pass, that moment alas,
and feel my soul arrest.
The sun sinks low, the day grows slow,
and begins, the edge, to crest.
The darkness does grow and I’ve nothing to show.
The day is not impressed.
As the end draws near I shiver with fear,
my fortitude stands suppressed.
I watch stars appear, their light so dear,
remembering dreams unexpressed.
The sun leaves the sky, my throat is so dry,
I’m wholly dispossessed.
With one final sigh and a tear in my eye,
I drink the last of the zest.
Jan 29, 2022
Jan 29, 2022 at 1:15 AM UTC
The void sings to me, and I know it to be my friend.
Someday we will embrace and stand forever in time,
but the light stands beside me until the bitter end.
I hear a voice within the black that sets my hair on end
"Come sweet child, do you not hear the clock's sweet chime?"
the void sings to me, and I know it to be my friend.
I long for that sweet touch, to fly upon that wind,
to forsake what I've been given and abandon the endless climb,
but the light stands beside me until the bitter end.
Its glow is ever present, though sometimes I pretend
to not know how it lifts me and to give in to the crime.
The void sings to me, and I know it to be my friend.
I must go on, I must not fade, I've so much left to spend.
I know that eventually I'll fall and doom summer's time,
but the light stands beside me until the bitter end.
As I rest my fingers, reviewing what I've penned,
my tears drop to stain the page as I read my final rhyme.
The void sings to me, and i know it to be my friend,
but the light stands beside me until the bitter end.
Jan 18, 2022
Jan 18, 2022 at 7:03 PM UTC
Luigi lights the sign to start the day,
its neon glow, a tantalizing call.
Tables bedecked with red and white cliché,
anticipating rising dough to fall.
The scents bring promise of salivation.
The merest thought of the delicious treat
can free the mind of all obligation
and brings euphoria, however fleet.
Yet passion with no pause exposes threats,
neglecting needs of tongues and oven fire.
The choking smoke of realizations met
awakens one to act on what's required.
From ash comes Luigi, with shop destroyed,
presenting one last pie, which all enjoyed.
Jan 16, 2022
Jan 16, 2022 at 3:43 AM UTC
I sit and stare into familiar face,
it tocks and ticks and talks into my ear.
The rhythm beating steps of futile race
and endless march fills throbbing heart with fear.
The gears turn, grinding out the moments' lives,
their silent echo screaming at each death.
Though each I save within my mind's archives,
still pages rot and fade away as breath.
Upon the hour chimes begin to ring,
a surge of strength returns to mind and heart.
Each tone a promise, future taking wing.
Let bygone days be gone. It's now I start.
Each second spent, each step on useless climb,
is my defiant fight on tides of time.
Sep 27, 2021
Sep 27, 2021 at 1:10 PM UTC
It's time again to freeze in snow and ice,
or would be were it not fifty degrees,
and time for joy and cheer, to just be nice,
or try amidst the screaming shopping sprees.
This holiday we stand apart six feet,
to spread joyfulness rather than the plague,
and carols sing while we waltz down the street,
although the lyrics are a little vague.
But let us share my favorite holiday
and raise a glass of cheer to one and all.
For in the end arriving on the sleigh
are friends, both old and new, to deck the hall.
Through it all I am here to smile and say
may we all have a merry Christmas day.
Dec 12, 2020
Dec 12, 2020 at 10:44 PM UTC
The mourning comes. You wait in waning hours.
A dark window. A stalking, silent end.
The light fades from his eyes as tears fill yours.
Eternity comes, claims a fallen friend.
Recalling lost moments of what had been,
the sparks of brightest love, the shades of hate
most deep, and all the lights that flash between
now come to haunt you. Crushing weight of fate.
The memories you clutch, in grip of death,
allow a smile to briefly crack your lips.
The moment swells, at last you catch your breath.
For paths trod hand in hand can dark eclipse.
Then it's passed. Dark returns and heart turns black.
Too late. He's gone. Nothing can bring him back.
Jun 4, 2020
Jun 4, 2020 at 8:49 PM UTC
Outward I gazed upon what life I'd led
and saw just grey until horizon's edge.
Forever ****** I am, this road to tread,
yet never shall I yield, to trudge I pledge.
Then blackest shadow came and in a flash
began to form a shape both strange and plain.
A cat. One black as soot and soft as ash.
Now that a change had come, did hope remain?
She lept upon my lap, let out a purr,
and melted ice encasing broken soul.
Who knew such dark would tears of joy confer?
The end may come and yet at last I'm whole.
For beauty such as this is oh so frail,
for you I'll fight, and know I shall prevail.
Feb 25, 2020
Feb 25, 2020 at 11:22 AM UTC
I've seen what horror can befall a man.
I stand atop this cliff, outward I gaze
and begin to recall how it began
as memory obscures my mind in haze.
I remember how, smiling, bright with joy,
you came to me with hope one fateful night.
You spoke a promise, one that would destroy
my fears and banish darkness from my sight.
A promise that, in hindsight, ****** my soul
for nothing holy comes without a price.
You gave of yourself, saved me, made me whole,
and now, without you, my heart fills with ice.
I've seen what horror can befall a man,
though, more important, is that here I stand.
Feb 10, 2020
Feb 10, 2020 at 9:47 PM UTC
Hope's loss I can't abide.
Keep it burning, ever bright.
Freedom claimed by suicide.
Even as darkness sweetly sighed
a lie of never ending plight.
Hope's loss I can't abide.
Though stripped of all but pride
surrender simply brings the night.
Freedom claimed by suicide.
For once your tears have dried
your dreams can come to right.
Hope's loss I can't abide.
Once sacrificed, your hands are tied
and none can bring back your light.
Freedom claimed by suicide.
So soldier on, lengthen stride.
Don't end it here, without a fight.
Hope's loss I can't abide.
Freedom claimed by suicide.
Jul 26, 2019
Jul 26, 2019 at 3:03 AM UTC
Life's not a movie. There's no writer out there making sure that everything works out in the end. No matter how much something makes sense, it still may not happen. Life's not a movie.
But, every once in a while, the entropy that makes up our universe will slacken and the planets will align and for one glorious moment, life won't **** It will so profoundly not **** that it will make the vast ocean of sewage that seems to make up every day life seem to shine with its very glory, for it's that every day chaos that leads to that moment.
Life's not a movie. It's not a tragedy or a romance or a comedy. Life's not a movie.
It's just life.
Jun 23, 2019
Jun 23, 2019 at 12:39 AM UTC