One may wish to turn back the hands of time
And return to a place unscathed by change,
Only to find this petty whim a crime
For change is certain, and entirely strange.
It comes with no notice, hint, or advice;
Wreaking destruction throughout its wake.
Some can foreshadow change and it's device,
Like I, counting down until the great break.
Yet through all the warnings, I embrace it;
I await the day where my life will shift
And irrevocably bend and emit
A brilliant light on which I will drift
Into some uncharted territory
Where I anticipate to find destiny.

I should write a villanelle right now,
without delay—no more ado will do—
I would, except I can’t remember how.

Indeed, my meter mastery would wow,
And always rhyming perfectly would woo—
I should write a villanelle right now.

I bet that I could even court a cow
With deft command of each and every moo—
I would, except I can’t remember how.

Soon, I’ll lose my grasp on “thee” and “thou,”
And I’ll be barely left with “me” and “you”—
I should write a villanelle right now.

But first, maybe I’ll try to find some chow.
I could make a hearty soup or stew—
I would, except I can’t remember how.

Before I storm the stage to take a bow,
Uncertain if I’ll get a cheer or boo,
I should write a villanelle right now—
I would, except I can’t remember how

I look out the window
At the beautiful blue
Not a cloud in the sky
Why am I thinking of you

Trees are bare
They’ve lost all their leaves
The air is crisp
The ground is starting to freeze
Why am I thinking of you

Light fluffy snow covers the ground
Little footprints of animals scattered around
I stare out the window
At this beautiful day
And wonder why I would throw it away

I should be happy, but feel so blue
Why am I thinking of you…

They say we all die twice. The day we expire. And the day the last person who really knew us, says our name for the last time. Though I am but a single servant of fate in the most insignificant of ways, I strive to love what I can in this world of so few decent moments. I try to be true in the midst of our cosmic riptide that brought me to the edge of my own free breath. My time is but a instant. Here or there in this world of never ending time, I no longer believe in a linear existence. I am born and dead and young and old all within my own single space. Life is hard to comprehend when the squeeze of a trigger ends a life and even the truest form of love doesn't survive a fortnight. With this epiphany, I strive to only be a shadow because without acknowledgement of self, I neither live nor die. I am but spectral observer, budding anew at end of all things.

Have you seen Zina, tell me have you seen-a, little thing,  with hopped ear rings, writing little things, to make your ears ring. With the blue rose, shows when her breast exposed,  it makes the blue Jays sing. Lost in a world that values shiny things,  of little value, yet the envy it brings. Rather share in the moment, while I have you, than miss anything. I want you more than everything,  callabo at the least, if anything. A talented artists, given gifts to give,  awaiting what you bring.

"Let’s sit and revisit your childhood days,"
the young doctor said, her glasses a tinted red.
I keep seeing daddy without a face.

Mommy tucks me in and touches my face
The day has been long, she’s dying to go to bed
“Let’s sit and revisit your childhood days.”

Daddy sends postcards to get through long days
He misses his old life; where is he being led?
I keep seeing daddy without a face.

The maid reads me bible stories, short tales
Moses laid down his staff and the Red Sea parted
“Let’s sit and revisit your childhood days.”

Kevin borrows our soccer ball, he plays
The day turns yellow, the sun sets in ‘round the bend
I keep seeing daddy without a face.

I close my eyes and dream about the end
Where mommy’s happy and daddy’s my friend
“Let’s sit and revisit your childhood days,”
I keep seeing daddy without a face.