Throughout all of time, and even at one (or any point); There was you.
For me; time swirled in memories of fixated moments in time, surrounding me and attempting to distract the reality of time as I percieved it.
For you; Time was passing differently yet somehow you began to understand the fixation of time at certain points .
Such a distraction for you, you've told me.
Despite the vast distances of space, you and I will be joined by the intersection of moments in time; revolving around each other, coming closer and closer.
Till that moment, shared in time,
A most wonderful singularity.

Years disappear
under shifting dunes
of days and endless nights.
A quiet cloaks
the ticking house
as summer falls
slowly on the crystal coast.
Evening tide is running out.
Days get shorter by the day;
moonrise comes early
above the straight blue line.

Through the faded curtain
a lone ship far out to sea,
a gull floating on a breeze,
driftwood on the shore.
A young boy casts his net
and pulls it back once more.
Catching memories
discarded in the sand;
another dune is born.
He turns his back upon the ship
and wanders home.

r ~ 8/5/14

Sun hid his smile away
on a cloudy day
o'er Carolina

Moon she cried
thought he had died
for a love he left behind
across the line from Carolina

At night he dwells
in her emotion
an ocean of the bluest tears
that ever fell on Carolina
on a cloudy day
when the sun forgot to shine.

r ~ 8/9/14

Those things these hands have held
gently -textured care-
tactile curiosities
life's measure

A small, blue bird's egg
broken -sadly-
mocking nature's symmetry

Ice
cold -cold-
water making shape

A stone arrow point
sharp still -old-
black as death

My mother's hand
warm -caring-
now long gone

A small dog
wiggling -happy-
nipping, licking fingers

A woman
smooth -soft-
curving heat

My son
my son, my son -my son-
now grown, love unmeasurable

A coin
gold -only-
worth little

Those things these hands have held
measured -treasured-
memorized
lifelines.

r ~ 8/12/14

The wind carries stories
listen
Chasing us through burning towns
run
The melting sunset
dusk
Swallows our thoughts
*immersed

In the end,
Only the little bird stands,
Alone,
Amidst the carnage.
The little bird,
Who flew away,
Away from the blood,
Away from the hate.
Now he stands,
Amongst the ruin,
Amongst the dead.
Hear his song,
For in the end,
Only the little bird stands.

Is life worth living for?
Yes, to me it's worth living for
Well , thats my opinion about life
If people really care about life
Then why would they **** themselves?
Dont't they care about their future?
Can't they see what their death does to people?
Losing a loved one could really cause a family to break up
People tend to think life isn't worth living for
How can they think that?
I can't imagine losing a loved one
I would be to heartbroken to even think about moving on
I want people to know that life is worth living for
Don't let anything let you down
There are people out there that needs you
People that loves you , and that cares for you
Live life to the fullest
Make the best out of it