Life never seems to be
As I thought it would
Planning, examining, thinking
And finding out all is for naught
A different trajectory
Into a land
I know not
Finding footing
On ground that
Is in constant
Motion
Weaving and falling
Into experiences
That I have little
Practice of
And I pick myself up
And keep on going

It’s been awhile
Since I’ve been able
To write words
Thoughts pour forward
In images
And the words follow
Slowly behind
Wanting to share
I put fingers to keyboard
And volley forward
Into times gone by
And future endeavors
Wanting to share
Wanting to write
Wanting
Always
Wanting

One never knows
Where life is going to take them
On a journey
Of unknown origin
Walking a path
That no one
Has ever tread before
And it feels
Like I’ve been here
Forever
And yet
I don’t know
Where I am
So come with me
On a journey
Of no origin
And bitter end
Walk with me
Into
Oblivion

If today was the day I was going to die
I would want to throw a pie up to the sky
And catch it and then throw again
To have some fun and make a plan
For death comes when we least expect it
Could be when lying down or having a sit
Or even running a lap or two
Or cutting carrots and making a stew
We never know when it’s our time
To write some words or make a rhyme
And which will be our very last
Will we speak of the future or the soon to be past
Our time on Earth is very short
We can speak plainly or end in retort
Not knowing when the time is nigh
We can go out loud or with a sigh
So if I could choose to be sane or insane
I would start all over and do it again

I wish I had
A hand to hold
A heart to enfold
An ear to fill
A dance until
I wish I had
A friend to embrace
A child’s hand to trace
A tale to share
A story to bear
I wish I had

Black hole
******* us in
Making us think
That life here
Is all there is
When truthfully
The black hole
Holds
All our dreams
All our desires
All our wants
All our jealousies
The black hole
***** in the all the light
And
Leaves nothing
In its
Wake

Death
Is like a passing
From one stage of life
To another
Like a shedding
Of an outside layer
And a recognition
Of our true selves

Death
Is a letting go
Of one world
And a birth
Into another
It’s a coming of age
And a passing through
With a recognizance
Of what used to be

Death
Is a coming together
Of who we were
With who we have become
And a conglomeration
Of both
A passage
Into a new stage
With a recognition
Of what used to be

Death
Takes us from
The here
To the after life
And beyond

Death
A welcoming
Remembrance