Mike Rollain Oct 2016

Leather through air, between step and son,
just past peripheral, for the fourth or fortieth time,
but this time, this time is different; this time,
aim is high; this time, buckle impacts body and mind
with a thud and a clank more heard than felt.

And this is the part where perspectives change;
this is the part where eyes change shape;
this is the part where hair is wet and hand is red
and ground is wet and eyes are red;
this is the part where threats are made
and promises are bent and plans are changed.

This is the part where knots unravel;
this is the part where bridges burn;
this is the part where silence stings;
this is the part where lessons are learned;
this is the part where love is lost
and found and lost and found and lost;
this is the part where time is lost;
this is the part where the phone rings.

This is the part where tragedy strikes;
this is the part where bones crack;
this is the part where a child's life ends
and a will is broken and little white lies
are whispered into ears that will never know
the difference between silence and static.

This is the part where you apologize;
this is the part where I forgive you;
this is the part where life goes on;
this is the part where you apologize;
this is the part where I remember and shrug;
this is the part where you apologize;
this is the part where I feel guilty
for being a self-centered little shit;
this is the part where you apologize;
this is the part where I forgive you;
this is the part where I forgive you, again,
but this time, this time, I mean it.

I know, I haven't written anything in forever. I'd like to get back into it soon. This is an old poem that I never got around to sharing here.
Mike Rollain May 2016

Spoken word video of my poem "Ever Changing"

https://youtu.be/Ry-d2vvO1ZE

Mike Rollain May 2016

On the eve of her rebirth and
For the first time in months
I looked up to the stars
And caught her final
Senescent smile
A culmination
Of hysteria
And hope

new moon blues
Mike Rollain May 2016

Its fire is a beacon
An alarmingly bright disruption

I'd grown numb to the constants

Burned by discovery
I'd retreated into comfort

But even as I adhered to these tired laws
She was examining them

Splitting them apart and transforming them
Every action with hot determination

I feared for her demise
As if it had already taken place

But she is not the spacial divide
Her wounds will cool with time

She is never fully discovered

And space is not the same as distance
The end is never the end

There is no such change as death
Only the subtlest shift in time

And a choice to see her through it

Mike Rollain Apr 2016

(pragmatic)
Morality thrives
In choices derived; beware
False dichotomy

(irony)
Destiny denied
Bright, painted constellations
Burn with wounded pride

(solipsism)
Clouds collide, falling
From scorched skies, calling my name
Scream, shriek, shout -- in vain

(phoenix)
Dawn wakes, breaks, explodes
Extinguishing flames within
Gravity? Defied

(volition)
I've never believed
In stars, the fire burns within
Defiance, freedom

(shower)
Ad hoc clarity
Moments of serenity
So existential

Written separately. I thought they belonged together, and so here they are, together.
Mike Rollain Apr 2016

Morality thrives
In choices derived; beware
False dichotomy

Mike Rollain Apr 2016

Ad hoc clarity
Moments of serenity
So existential

Mike Rollain Apr 2016

Destiny denied
Bright, painted constellations
Burn with wounded pride

Mike Rollain Apr 2016

Clouds collide, falling
From scorched skies, calling my name
Scream, shriek, shout - in vain

Mike Rollain Apr 2016

Dawn wakes, breaks, explodes
Extinguishing flames within
Gravity? Defied

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