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Benjamin Aptaker Jan 2012
Three days of careless
a lifetime of lifeless

Breathing isn't easy
with crumbling lungs,
but inhale will I still,
as the world falls
upwards and down,
and oxygen burns
as it enters my mouth

Internal ignition
Hello to the end
Goodbye to the doubt


Enter and exist

Passage of time

Passage of life

Tick tock clock

Every now and then
may it stop
so that I may bask
in the fullness
of what I've been given
and reflect on
the task at hand,
which may be
any of many things

Life is partial

Life is complete

Your eyes hold life

Pass it to me

so I may hold it
just for a blink
of my eyes within yours

Mirror paradox

Endless reflection

I see you and me
in a vision futuristic
of a world long gone
beyond, now behold
the manifestation
of what we never thought would be
Benjamin Aptaker Jan 2012
Oh how the days escape

as if they never had any meaning

and our moments of sleep and waking

become one and the same


corrosion


through time and fire

heartache transpires

and some things are lost

but we seek them in times



so desperate


for familiar feelings

and faces we missed

and chances we passed

and lives our life kissed


grazing


paths crossed by hope

sometimes it's fated

sometimes belated

but oh how we waited



for so very long



for this moment to come

for this time to arrive

for this chance to arise

so hard to describe



the way we keep breathing



in hope and out despair

inhale and exhale

caressing each breath

cherishing air
Benjamin Aptaker Jan 2012
Roots growing, confiding
    Men formed from the dust
Atop ATLAS, residing
    Back broken and crushed

    Beneath our steps, waiting
Unmoving throughout time
    Plates sometimes colliding
Within GAIA’S design

Holding graves of deceased
    Residence for men passed
Their life force is released
    Peaceful souls are amassed



    Softened by the sea
Immune to the flame
    Underneath our feet
The earth will remain
Benjamin Aptaker Jan 2012
Arsonist’s accomplice,
         designed only to spread
     created with malice,
filling urns with the dead

Hypnotically, dancing
          A feast for the eyes
     Bewitching, entrancing
Illuminates skies

Trees laid to waste
          Reducing forest to ash
    Consuming with haste
Erasing life, with a flash

Rivaled by water,
          Unremorsefully blazing
    Hades, its father
Uncontrolled, never aging


Heating…
     Lighting…
Feeding…
      Igniting…

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