It's as if it were yesterday.
My much older and taller brother holding me high above the screaming crowd. The magnitude of people I had never seen, all their to see their President.
The electric blue convertible Continental that strangely matched his piercing blue eyes, making eye contact, the head nod and smile.

It seemed like several minutes, but only a second at most.

Days later, he was shot dead in Dallas.
Such a great and loved man.
Such a loss.

There was a woman that many sought out for her great knowledge of life.
I met her with many questions, she smiled and told me only one she would give.
My only chance to ask and only one I would get.
will I find love?
Her answer was not the one I had so wanted but was it the one I needed to hear?

Great friendship, love of life, art, great beauty, music. Sharing desires of the flesh and mind, becoming one.
Are these things not obtainable from the beasts of this planet known as man.

I told them that what bothered me was
Everything and nothing in particular
Shoud it provide comfort?
To not have a demon?
To not have a cause?
To not have an answer?
Questions and tears are all that’s left

Broken hearts, broken bottles, broken lives
Tear and Tear and Tear at the very root of my soul

No one knows the future,
And even less know the past.

We just sit here,
Stationary
Plagued by those momentary thoughts of hope
Only to realize, that hope is fleeting

Love
Fear
Death
Cries
All succumb to the nature of what it is to be:


Human