What will become of me?
or better yet, what could have become of me?
At times, I stare out at the world
from screened and barred windows
contemplating alternate futures for myself.
The “what-if’s” and “could have been’s” taunt me,
causing me to flirt with the idea
of things being different.


I seem to forget what actually is,
unappreciative of what actually has become of me,
of what I have already become,
overlooking the things I’ve done right.

It’s time I changed focus.
Transfix upon the ever-changing present,
not concentrating on what never was,
and no longer entertaining worries of what will be,
or what will not.

Love Opposes Vices and Evils,

Letting Our Voices Express

Life.  it is Overwhelming, its Vibrations Everlasting.

Likewise, it is Ongoing, Vacillating, and Elusive, while

Luring its Observers to the Very Edge of

Life. Our overlapping, Various Emotions

Leak Outside the Vault. Excitement

Launches, Overtaking the Voids of Emptiness and

Loneliness.  any Obstacles becomes Virtually Easy to

Level.  Oxygen Violently Entering

Lungs, Only to let Vapors Exit.

Lust Overflows. Violent Embraces ensue.

Then you have… us,

Living and Only Visualizing these Elusions,

Looking Out of Veiled Eyes,

Leaning Over the Virtual Edge.