Til the sad falls away
Til my heart breaks so cleanly
That you can staple it together
With love or
Some kind of metal
That won't melt in the scorching
Til my hands stop
Til warm clouds of
Breath escape my lips
And drift up into the
Til glass scatters across the
Til no amount of superglue or
Can fix the wonderful
Damage you leave
How fragile the butterfly
as it dances in the sky
trying to find its way home
to a place not carved of stone
soon all this will be dust
so it asks what's all the fuss?
what is all the fighting for?
silly soldiers and their wars
silly man and his laws
the only law is mother nature
for no man can escape her
she who birthed us all
she who waits when we fall
for how the mighty will crumble
as the fools they do stumble
upon the stolen hands of time
each of them suffering for their crimes
and yet the butterfly it worries not
for all that it is, is all that it's got
beauty set upon wings
it's beauty that truly sings.
You were jolly
But not that holy
To forgive the mistakes
I have done and take
You were once in my hand
But you fell on the ground
'Cause I forget that;
You are fragile to fall
On high places that I call
Now that you are broken
Somebody must be taking;
Your parts to be fix,
Your blood to be thick,
But not your heart to be sick.
Noises in Mind, Copyright © 2014
Sam N. de la Rosa
All rights reserved.
Time is burning like a candle, the flame dancing next to my bed.
And, somewhere in my mind I am searching, 'round the many corners in my head.
And, somewhere in my mind I'm seeing, lovers, ghosts of who we used to be.
And, somewhere in the night I smile, as I rescue moments from my memory.
Somewhere in the night I'm racing, reaching out to catch your falling star.
Grasping at it with eager hands, only to drop my own fragile heart.
This poem still haunts me. Every time that I read it.
It all happened. every bit of it.
It was good that it did. I am better for it.
That grey shade
which shuts away
the light of the heart
even on a bright day-
once happy was the glade
such tender words wanton lovers did once say
why has love fallen apart?
why must joy and beauty fade and decay?
* after Keats, Shelley, John Clare, Christina Rossetti and the Bronte sisters'
It’s something I think about often,
Do we fully understand the fragility of this life we possess?
And suddenly a loved one is taken …it inflames you to think.
Every consciousness is a precious and fragile gift.
These lives of ours are fleeting, gone in a minute.
When you suddenly understand this, everything fades into the background.
Pushing 70 now… I choose to soar out of bed joyfully rejoicing each morning,
That life has granted me another day above the dirt.
Life is strong and weak…it’s a paradox.
Keep your mind strong my friends, don’t hide behind your fears.
This life of yours is an amazing gift….live it with a smile!
I often think about my ancestry. In my living room hangs a picture of my Great Grandfather Isaac. And each time I walk past it I tell him how much I love him. I look forward to meeting him one day. But until then I refuse to let my death consume me and I hope you don't either.
No one really knows,
Where we go.
No matter how strong,
We try to be;
A force we can't control:
Think so much.