In an endless universe, vast and profound,
Our mortal lives, but transient recollections bound.
We are but a speck in this cosmic dance,
In a cosmic waltz, in this universe we glance.
Yet, in our brief existence, we find beauty immense,
A momentary swift of the universe's suspense.
For in our tiny moments, we create our mark,
Leaving our imprint in this cosmic lark.

i feign to say
what i cannot share.
bite my tongue
like i do not care.
the demons draw blood,
as i beg for air.
here comes a verse…
i did not prepare.

sullied by half-truths,
the mind lays bare -
to a world of treachery;
governed by distant affairs.
i cannot be a saint,
though i have some
good to spare;  
they fuel my incense, as i -
say my morning prayers.

look around -
they’re everywhere.
the sinners crawl from
the devil’s lair;
and though i resist,
i must follow:
how’s that even fair?
**** it -
i’ll end it here.

It's distain apart from vain,
To spill and for it to not soak,
Drowned have I my words,
In a well to no revoke,
No one to cry for the eyes that face reluctance to tear,
Aloof,
The burden of my existence I bear.

Only when you are no longer preoccupied with living
can you begin to comprehend life

When did I start running from the silence between words?
Filling the moments between with anything to pass by another swing of the pendulum.
Tick Tock, Tick Tock, why do I hate the hands of the clock?

Time passed…
Now a mirror sits at the front of my eyes
My reflection, inescapable.

The journey travelled has forged me anew,
Yet often I find myself an axe, wielded as a sword.
It begs a thought past horizons and into sunsets
With a shimmer that hides the wonder of distant futures.

Is a blade a blade because it looks so,
Or because it cuts?