The world we live in turned into a living hell.
From corner to corner all you see is people you used to know.
lifeless
decaying boddies .
searching for just the smallest hint of blood.
are they even human anymore?
Neighbors that were known to be one of the happiest folks in the meadow and now is found dead but alive with a wound in the neck that you could see the bone.
is this how ima end up?
Dead with the stench of decaying meat?
Seeing kids turned into them and their screams going through my ear drum repeating when I'm trying to sleep?
there are other survivors but how do I know they ain't trying to save for themselves and leave me to be eaten by those animals? Would they used me for bait? Or would I have to fight alone to survive.
there's barely any food and any water to drink.
we hit the closest corner store but it was already hit by a group. all we could of found was a pack of gum and half a gallon of water. who truly knows if there ever will be a cure or will we already be one of them. Another day another hour to see death in the face.

The hour is here.
The stars are align.
The stage is set for your entrance.
Good fortune is in your favor.
Welcome the courage to take the next step.
- Christian Ek

It comes down to this single moment
Sitting here lazily on my bed
Unable to decide, whether or not
To feel sadness or depression

Perhaps what I should be feeling is relief
What I'd rather be feeling is empowerment
To remain hopeful, despite the odds
But I can't decide

How can I be sure of how my story ends
Am I to live out one of the most historical love stories of all time
Which character was I meant to be
A common man, bound for common love

I'd rather be the uncommon man
Who fights for something greater than just common love

How can I be sure though
Would I fight for victory or tragedy
Would I be a good common man
With a simple and meaningful life
Or would the taste of battle never leave my tongue
Making me regretful, of what could have been

Common men are necessary
They're the majority
They keep the uncommon man alive
Telling their children about great
Battles of courage
Battles of victory
And those of failure

Am I to tell my children of these stories
Am "I" meant to raise the uncommon men

Or did my mother raise me to be more than just the common man

"I am meant for greatness"
"I am uncommon"
"I am hopeful, despite the odds"

"My story will be worth telling"
"I fight for Love"

The third power of the Sphinx
is Courage.

"Herein lies the great mystery of the empty throne." ∆
Giddy in the throes of realization,
        the Arbiter, imbued with needful action,
        takes a great, daring leap across the chasm
                into the implications of knowledge:
                This is It - the Puzzle that Fascinates Itself.
                
"You awoke in the Kingdom with eyes closed. In the beginning was the Trapezoid called Control." ∆

Borne by an umbilical Breath
to a lens too small to see Itself,
Buoyed by the lapping waves,
Reason wrought a waking sleep
of hallucinations, a sea of dreams
and possibilities to become;

        Memories too large
        to conceive by aught
        but the perennial story
        that swallows the narrator:

                "I see their entire lives in an instant,
                being devoured and loving and living
                in a world that does not realize
                it is already over." ‡

Courage is the Bearer of Truth.
Headlong into the open maw
heaves the gleeful Fool
and his glad Word.

        "The excess of Meaning must be wrought on the Page,
        on worlds of our own imagining." ∞

To Dare is to risk:
consequence the reward
fraught with baited hooks
to tether the Arbiter to Time.

The web of attachment
sprawls, an expansive net.

                "The web is infinite -
                those caught in it are beyond Number." †

                        Yet the spider is never
                        ensnared by its Art:
                        a master of the net,
                        a climber of the Tree.

                At the summit of its dizzying heights,
                the depth of the Fall overwhelms.
                        Responsibility follows.

                "Thou art That which resolves the frustum." ∆

Escaper of the Labyrinth,
Master of the Maze,
no longer merely Thou:
Dilation devours the Iris.

        "What speaks through You has Ordained it
        from the Beginning of Time,
        and only in harnessing it
        will you learn to devour your self
        totally." †

        "Then will you know me
        as the eye that never shuts,
        the eye that blinds." Ω

The way
(out)
is through.

If I dont want something to happen
Ill make it happen,
Because if there's a chance of it happening,
And it does happen
I want it to be because of me.

Resolutions are empty words without action being taken.
And only time can reveal if I remain true to my chosen path for 2015.
My granddaughter just turned sixteen on December 31st.
I cannot even remember what resolutions I made each year.
I want there to be a difference this year.
My chosen word, my resolution is ACTION.

Goodbye year of the Horse.
Hello year of the sheep.

the tides ebb and flow,
just as the love and the loss
I have gotten to know.
the gentle undercurrents drift me away,
leaving behind but a message in a  blood stained bottle
which will forever stay.

the arid breeze alifts me
oh so swiftly
allowing me to rise and flutter
along with the haunting echoes of explorers lost at sea
whom discretely mutter
their undiscovered truths
which will forever be.

a mist of adventure and wonder
combined with subtle hints of salt
trails behind me.
like a shattering cry for help
in an empty, foreign sea.
oh how I wish you could come.
please come, come with me.

you are my muse,
you are my scarlet stained sky at dawn.
the mockingbird that pecks melodious blues,
about why she is forever gone.
You are my breaths,
you are my forever waning moon.
my lunar love,
the tsunami who withstands
my unbearable monsoon.


the sea is but a pool of tears
cried by the lonely , and the morning dew.
you give the ocean competition,
a reason to stay blue.
take me away-
I want to go with you.


teach me how to breathe
within rhythm of the rhapsody
of the measureless sea.


some sway with the wind
I choose to fight the tides
show me where the winds go
when they clash side by side.
never ever forget
what it's like to feel alive

When mom was dying,
she felt like everything
she'd worked for
was gone.

She showed me Life
as Its steward
and Death
as Life's reward.

How to lean into
the unknowable
whether I want to
or not.

That our deeds,
carved meticulously into
the bedrock of Forever,
are immortal.

It becomes clearer
that our work
is not for us,
but for It.

This life
is service;
only what we give
is truly ours.

Ashen faced, slumped there,
Clutching a crumpled
Brown telegram
No words she uttered
No tears, fell from those brown eyes
The words on the paper
Lodged in her throat
K I A
Blocking a silent scream of anguish.
She felt her fingers open,
The impersonal note dropping to
The cold stone floor, making no noise
To disturb the silent cry locked within her.
........
In the years and decades that follow
All that she could remember
Was the dreadful silence, of
The painful scream locked within her,
On the day she lost her sweetheart.