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Truth is the state of being in accordance with reality.
Reality is the state of things as they actually exist.
Exist is to be real whether in material or spiritual.

The breath of my life is on the edge,
for I cannot define the truth any longer.
The words hear like babble in my ears,
since I cannot determine their actual reality.
The solidity of my skin is eroding,
because I cannot answer on the behalf of existence.
Silently and scrupulously looking at my dad for a minute, I asked,
"What is it like to get old?"
He turned his attention away from the computer screen
Met my gaze
Took a deep breath in, and began,

"You don't realize just how fast life goes by, until it's gone.
One day, you look in the mirror, and realize that twenty years have gone by.
It's a different person in the mirror than what you expected.
Some days, I look at your mother
And it feels like I've only known her for a few months.
Other days I look at her, and she's just so different from the woman I met.
We've grown and changed so much together.
I am, to this day, learning new things about her,
And all of them make me love her more.
Yeah, she can't cook for ****, and she talks in tangential circles
Which I just can't keep up with.
But since day one I was smitten with her.
And to this day I'm surprised that she actually chose
To spend the rest of her life with me.
Getting old with the right person makes getting old bearable."
Whenever somebody would ask my mother how her day was, she would respond,
"Getting better, just like fine wine."
Now I know why.
 Dec 2012 topaz oreilly
Mariana
You brought traces of everyone with you
the afternoons spent with everyone in school
the afternoons spent in the heat walking through the streets,
everyone laughing,
everyone smiling,
everyone together,
but now everyone is dispersed
I know only of a few, not all
at least with you, you brought stories of home
stories I should have been a part of
stories I'll never be a part of again.
 Dec 2012 topaz oreilly
Mariana
The taste of a new word on your lips.
It feels strange, a bit confusing at first,
uncertain of its pronunciation,
you sometimes stumble or fumble on the word,
still insecure of its meaning.
weeks may pass and you never once hear that word.
as you read the word somewhere you think,
"I know that word"
Yet, nothing is answered.
 Dec 2012 topaz oreilly
Oli Nejad
A cigarette drips,
Between fingers and lip.
As the dark of December,

Hangs.
I've been touched with immortal sighs in a foggy dream,
I feel the change of the season like a grabbing hand.
Eros of desire you played with the dessert Darkness.
As a storm comes from the abyss so shall the sky from the earth.
Lightning father and memory mother, trying to find the best bet.
Good environment and a lot of energy,
I rest.
You did well like a black hole should,
devouring my kindness with empty words
even as you promised me worlds.
oh you are so quick to shoot me down,
as I feel like a wounded star in a meteor shower.
this heat burns my true heart, that you will never hold.
I digress.

Shining like the morning
  just another distant rock.
These feelings can't help but speak
as a dreamer, in a particle splits the path of thought,
like mud under my fingernails and crystal shells.
Arkansas is driving me insane
come one come all she's the
fare-st if you fall.

neck burned as a fingerprint, itches sore in trash days,
conspiracies and deputies
looking still more strange.

can determined minds build a staircase of reason?
up to a future, teasing
me out in the open
with your temper words.
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