I looked at death, my old friend,
My companion and guide to the end.  
A glare he passed, a query to send—  
"What if, one more day, your life I extend?"

"What could you achieve,
With the boon you receive?  
Or would you perceive it a curse—  
One more day to wander the earth?"  

What could I do?  
With time so few.  
Whom would I run to?  
Whose presence would ring true?  

Or shall I not go?  
Run, hide—silhouette in shadow?  
Then whose darkness would I reside in,  
Who would turn the death's tide in?  

You tell me to see,  
To live, love, and like a bird—flee.  
In 24 hours—"What could anyone ever be!?"
A lie, to those who truly see.  

My friend, listen to what I say.  
No closure could be found in one day.  
Don’t mock my answer—this is my way.  
Forget hours, even 24 years wouldn’t be enough to  Seize The Day!

Fresh new book opens wide and swallows me whole!
Taking time to acclimate I catch my breath,
Focusing as scenes and characters unfold
To instill memories of their length and breadth.
Finishing one book a month is my firm goal
Few subjects considered are out of my depth
Reading encourages to take life in stride-
Back to my book! See you on the other side!

A lake
Running deep
A line stretched
To its core.
What is it that makes me so
Unsure?

A hand
In a trembling fit
Reaches towards a heaven,
May I be free forevermore.

A threatening warmth in my centre
Drowns my soul,
Permanently stuck in a winter
It’s futile to wait
For the passing of the cold
So I am stuck
In my own
Quicksand.
Stuck
Unable to understand
The magnitude of it all
And so I fall
And a certain numbness takes over me,
A certain bewilderment
Because I have been seized and
I do not see.

Seize the speedway.
Try going outdoors.
For at the end of the day
This day was yours.

The seize
The hold
The grasp
Ain't easy
On my passion
My desire
Of you
Increases...