New life takes root in ashes of the old
and older soil assists all life in their survival,
the soil having seen generations birth and
thrive then die
only to return as aid to the soil's assistance
as it has and always will endure.

Life will wither past its fleur
but soil remains forever more
holding space for life.

Kings will rise to rule,
empires recede to ashes,
but hearts will endure.

Happy are those who
wash themselves in the waters
of time that soothe the

embers of empires.

An empty page, a piece of paper,
full of spaces, void of words
that well up from within my soul
that I would like to speak.

Can I find within my mind the words
to speak my will?
Or do the spaces of this page
say all that must be said?

I have no message, no words of wisdom
to aid in all life's paths;
all that I have, sole in possession,
is but an empty page

void of spaces, full of words.

Dear Jim,

As of late you have been less than satisfactory in our relationship. You’ve denied me my daily bread, found me unworthy of water, and on top of all that, you’ve taken the objects of my love and twisted the to your own graven image. Please refrain immediately lest I put you back on the pills.

Sincerely,
Aaron

Life is cheap
don't spend it all in one place.

It seems to me that
the whole love thy neighbor thing's
gone out the window

Kathunk:
the sweet nothing that you whisper into my ear;
the unexpected gentle reminder to slow down and look around.
I never saw you coming
but I can't help but look back on what seemed to be
a split second reunion of two stagnant entities barreling through the universe.
Will our paths cross again? Who's to say?
But I know that by the time I find a moment to return to where you reside
the gaping hole in your soul will be filled
and I will be left wondering what could have been.