we are the cat
that is both
alive
       and
            dead
but this box
is too small
there is not room
in this state of flux

one way
or
another
a truth
must be established;
either
open the box
to see for certain
or accept
what you believe
could be true

bury the box
forget the alternative
move beyond
the internal
       eternal
dissonance

by the time
we see the light
it has already
died

I'm trying
not to let that
carry
too much meaning
but
it's getting more difficult
these days

celebrate the light
allow it to permeate
to dazzle
and blind

nothing is gained
from looking ahead
into its darkness
instead
celebrate its light;
that it reached you
at all

though it may have been brief
think
on what was gained
a light
         a warmth
                        a life

root of all evil
a man | hanged in every home
                look in the mirror

the best has come and
gone—burned, never to return:
ashes in an urn.

cruel arithmetic
(the world) less (the world less you)
equals zero

Today
Hamas terrorists let rockets rain on Israel

Today
Israeli soldiers shattered Palestinian dreams with shrapnel

Today
I learned that cancer killed, again! Shyra this time. RIP

Today
Gray, rain, pouring down depressing large tears, non-stop! Just weather, or is it?

Today
Bleak reality, Ina got diagnosed. Hello cancer my old fiend!

Today
Pandemic work from home blues, lonely stares at screens, empty flat, inward screams, ahuman void.

Today
The world would’ve been less brutal without your malevolence. I hope, you do better, tomorrow. I really do hope so!

Today
Just now! News: it’s a boy, Tomme! Lungs inflated, first screams, first breath. Hope a tad elated.

Today
Death and life, a full circle

every day is a second chance
as the first is already lost,
every love is a second dance
as the first still plays in your thoughts,
every life: a second glance
at a past at present not worth its cost.

we are stuck
between Scylla
                           and
        Charybdis
we know the path we must take
but
I fear
we will ignore
the warnings

we are still off course

A poem a day,
Keeps depressing thoughts away-
…
Too optimistic.