Buried in feet of snow,
one storm after another one
more snow yesterday
and looks like
more still
coming.
Hopefully
I will feel less
depressed from
so many grey days.
So cold. Some much snow.
Just let it bury me.*

Тадеус

Winter shall remain
for a while yet.
Then daffodils and crocus
will awake.
All around shall be
evidence of life again.*

Тадеус

Why is it we gasp
To take one more breath
Why do we try to stay ahead of the reaper
Try to elude his sickle of death

Why when we are sick
Do we seek to be made well
Why do we try to get back up
When to illness we have fell

Why do we hold on the tightest
When we are at our life's end
Why do we look back from the bed of death
And wish for life again

When dying why do we revive
Old memories from long ago
Why do we call out
To those we love and know

It is appointed to all men
That once each man must die
But even while yet dying
We hope and fight for life

For in our heart we know it is through our living
That our love is made known
And we know when we are within the grave
No more love can be sown

So it is life we seek
While engaged in a struggle with death
To remain to live to love
To take just one more breath.

RLB

The
Unseen
Rope
We
Grasp
When
All
Else
Proves
Futile

Here a while ago,
It was so cold that I stayed
Shivering inside.

{ Weasel }

Moon shines bright on snow
Making it seem bright as day -
My room was lit up.

{ Weasel }

Attention pivoted on the farthest
Blurry are the things at hand
The horizon seems reachable
Near ones distances themselves further
Clarion call from beyond the realm
Here, the soul is writhing in anonymity
A void, that threatens to engulf the known
Uncertainties of the realization is real
Heart is anchored here with situation
Yet, the world beckons this soul
The traveler yearns to break loose
The farthest seems logical and reachable
Distance will be traversed through unrevealed
Journey holds key to reach the destination

when flames of the broken hearts
could vanish all of a sudden,
surpressing the heat
and the pain of once scars
repeatedly stumble the memoirs

indignant if it's a life tragic
or just a lesson that's been left
pleading for some strong justice
but don't have the source to put

& only to those who will survive;
should beg into tears
should kneel down for hunger
owe to save you
but will you receive the prize?

or would you let it slip that so easily?