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.
a woman throughout the centuries
who has attracted
many a man's devotion
she of charm
and enticing allure
she of a superlative
men have fallen to their knees
in exultant praise
worshipping the embodiment
of her feminine maze
and she invokes
within a man's
Venus the allegory
I don’t want this to be another season’s story,
Hand me “yours” and I’ll hand you “mine”
By heart I promise, you will be the only “mine”
An unbreakable oath that is carved on steel,
A legendary love story that will be on every person's tongue for centuries.
Before we begin
we were both naive
to see the every inches of this world.
We are just starting to proceed
the consequences of going with the flow.
We have a lot of experiences
in our pocket
it is a proof we will have
to choose our path.
Suddenly, that line crossed
and connected together,
i am part of your day and night
but never your whole life.
my last thought was you
I'm sorry if i'm running late
there are many things i haven't done ,yet
you are the most beautiful thing i've ever found
i won't let you wait for centuries
just keep the traces of me.
Sincerety has aligned me with the wrong path
It certainly draws the potential of freedom and truth
yet at the cost of shattering every chance of a quiet life,
Even the freedom it brings is only of oneself's mind
We have no control
We, the sincere,
Shall not have our names sang,
Yet they will ring for centuries
In the ears of the many who never spoke for themselves.
july 3, 2017
the day you appeared
was like nothing else
i mean you’d been there before
we just couldn’t see you.
we called you v161 mon.
for that, i apologize
it wasn’t my choice.
we raised you
the best we knew how,
but you still swallowed
anything that got close
now i’m old
and you’ll live on
billions of years
and eventually fade
but even your
Time passes like no other passes.
Like no other classes: you cannot learn
about time, and how it moves.
You can be shown mechanics,
the seconds and minutes.
Though these illusions alleviate
us of reality-
it treks on.
It stops and starts
and starts to stop.
We feel the slots
slipping by, flying by.
There's no way to tell,
when ours will end,
though its grasp eternal,
It is too late -
Your name has already carved itself
into a song- and what an ironic song
you chose to represent yourself with...
I will remember you for centuries,
it says but let's remember
that the feeling is mutual;
You will not forget me now and then.
You will not forget mind numbing kisses,
you will not forget holding me
as if our lives depended on it.
And cursedly, I will not forget you;
I will try to, but everything
will start to resemble you.
Even these words - are they getting you
out of my own head or are they
digging my grave just an inch deeper
into dirt - dirt you dug out, just for me,
with a smile, a ribcage, and
a heartbeat that feels like my tombstone
teasing me, beating down the seconds until
my heart stops, *just for you.
I never knew a few years could feel like a few centuries, life is short but feels so long. Are we forgetting the difference? I always wonder. I always wonder too much, but can you find other people who do the same? Good, i don't feel as lonely in this dungeon.