I'm really not interested in your bigotry
It's not my fault that you've spent your life standing in judgement of others
You wouldn't recognise God even if you had bumped into Him at the supermarket
Because you're too busy trying to find the devil behind every rock

When the shadows become long and slim
Stretching over the lawn in the park
I know change of season has arrived
It accentuates the loneliness
Sadness has arrived
Like a black dog on my doorstep
Winter is near
This time will be different I think
This time I'll be strong
But am I
Or do I simply surrender to that loneliness
Outside the winter sun is alive and well
Inside my home, the smell of lavender
I guess the housekeeper must have polished the floors
I hear the cry of a bird flying overhead  
Take me with you I scream
Yet my lips have not moved
I've missed the opportunity I think
Part of me angry, part of me doesn't care
But still the shadows are there
Accompanied by a stillness in the air
And how does one hibernate when forced to live

There are but two paths to tread by
Many categories
That of peace or conflict
That of hope or the hopeless
Ultimately divided into two
That of Love and fear
Some might say
Love and hate
The ultimate path is Love
But also the most challenging
To Love through the darkness
To Love through the storms of doubt
To Love through the hatred
To Love through adversity
Choose to Love

The day everything became nothing
And nothing became everything
Because nothing matters
Yet matter is everything
And everything always matters
Because of matter, a matter matters
And even when nothing matters
It's still a matter of matter
The fact that it matters creates matter
It is a matter of matter within itself

Speck of Dust

Sometimes the most valuable things in life are hidden in plain sight
And now that you are gone
We are left with only a void
There seems to be some kind of hollowness
While the days are long and deeply quiet
There's a tangible silence in the air
And nobody knows quite what to say
Words can not make it right
Words won't bring you back
Even tears seem futile
A picture frozen in time
Displayed in a time capsule
You are virtual now
And will never grow old
Your smile will never fade
The smile you so often used to hide the pain ... pain unseen
Your mask became heavier to bear
Like a goldfish in a small bowl
Swimming round and round
Life pushed you down just as you were coming up for air
But we will live by your request
To remember the good times ... for you

R.I.P
Lance Christopher Weyer
23 April 1987 - 26 November 2021


- sean achilleos -

Always afraid that time might run out
Always afraid that I haven't lived enough
Done enough ... gone the extra mile
Living in a state of chase
Looking back ... was I wild enough
Did I take enough chances ... was I crazy enough when young
Can the tape rewind
Can I live it all over again
Just to make sure that it actually occurred
Was I really there
Why did it pass so quick
Like a fleeting dream in the night
I blinked and the years had sped past
Half a century strong