For every beginning, there is an end.
For every start, there is a finish.
Now is the time for the cycle to close.
Now is the time for closure.
What's done is done and there's no going back.
It's far too late to make any changes.
It's time for closure.
Tie up all the unfinished ends.
And finish the tasks that haven't been done.
One day there will be another beginning.
But now is the time for closure.

5/2/13

But nature's green, will soon turn brown.
Her ephemeral smile, becoming a frown.
Her promise of eternal spring, a lie.
Since she knows her children, will one day die.
As branch subsides to leaf and flower,
So does the second, to minute and hour.
And as the day succumbs, to the night,
a few of her children will leave her sight.

1/10/11

Stupid summer bugs.
Hopping all over the place.
They always come to parties
uninvited.
But there is one redeeming quality.
They'll applaud for even the worst karaoke singer.

9/23/16

I can't take it anymore,
I can't stand this mess.
I need to find a way out,
Of this never ending stress.
The rising pressure, inside,
I no longer wish to hide.
The anger, wrath,
I'm tired of this path.
The boring, mundane,
I'm going insane.
As I try to combat,
But fail to contain.
This chaos, amok,
That runs in my brain.
I want to scream out, stop,
Emancipate me from this pain!

2/10/13

Eye.

Eye am I.

Eye can open at dawn.

Eye can squint.
Eye can blink.

Eye can swim in an ocean of tears.

Eye can see.
Eye can stare.
Eye, when angry, can sometimes glare.

Eye can be covered by gentle hands.
Eye can be rubbed till raw and red.
Eye can be cleansed with cooling drops.

Eye can close for the night.

I am eye.

1/20/24

First impressions, are often untrue.
Like when you first saw me, when I first met you.
We are often blinded by our first sight,
Unable to tell, between wrong from right.
Unable to tell, what's real and what's fake,
We cannot decide, to give or to take.
Unable to separate truth from lies,
We vainly search those foreign eyes,
For insight, for detail, for facts to reveal.
Yet what we see, is often unreal.
Our eyes start out blind, we cannot view.
Only when time passes, can I truly see you.

Hold me tight and never let go,
Hold my body and hold my soul.
Hold me tight and calm my fear.
And I'll hold you too. My love, my dear.

Hold me strong and look in my eyes.
See my tears fall, and emotions rise.
Hold me gentle and hold me soft.
Cradle my spirit and raise it aloft.

Hold me when I feel hurt or sorrow.
Hold me today, hold me tomorrow.
Hold me through times of pain and strife.
Please hold me dear, you're the love of my life.

6/16/15

It happened on a beautiful autumn morning.
The ground was littered with leaves:
yellow, orange, red, and brown.
Some leaves had been raked into large piles,
others were still scattered across the asphalt.
I was with my mother and it was my first time
riding my bike without training wheels.
My mother was nervous but I was excited.
I fell a few times at first
But no pain, no gain.
Within half an hour, I thought I had mastered the art of bike riding.
My ego inflated, I wanted to go faster.
My need for speed was insatiable.
My mother expressed her worries but I paid no attention.
“Slow down!” she yelled.
Harder I pedaled.
I was going down a *****. Gravity was on my side.
Faster, I didn’t want to stop.
Faster, I raced across the inclined asphalt.
Faster and faster I went.
When suddenly,
Panic.
My excitement turned to fear.
Faster, I felt myself lose control.
Faster, I forgot how to brake.
Faster, my mom ran, trying to catch up to me.
Faster
and faster.
Until finally,
CRASH!
I’d hit a concrete parking block the bottom of the *****.
The force of the impact sent me flying off my bike
where I landed miraculously…
into a soft pile of freshly raked leaves.
Leaves flew everywhere
like a clutter of celebratory fireworks congratulating me for my near-disaster.
I felt sorry for whoever had to rerake them that day.

10/27/14

Love. Lust. Lush light lips.
Intense. Idyllic. Intimate encounters.
Passion. Pure. Perfect pleasure.
Sensual. ******. Simple seduction.

Kind. Caring. Carnal.
Incredible. Instinctual. Impulsive.
Sensitive. Soft. Skin on skin.
Satisfying.

11/4/14

It's a good life we live in,
every now and then.
When the green grass grows,
and flowers bloom again.

It's a good life,
that I'm living in now.
It's the best life that,
my circumstances allow.

It's a good life,
that I don't want to end.
And it is a good life,
that I want to extend.

While the good life,
will one day slip away.
I know it'll come,
back to me,
eventually.

5/16/14

Cold.
Dark.
Mysterious.
Reflecting sun’s glint.
Mirroring the blue sky.
Suddenly,
A stir.
A ripple.
A splash.
A fish jumps out
And travels through dimensions.

2/23/23

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Assuming that we can only experience time on a linear scale, I believe that suffering and joy can both be broken down into various opposing feelings that reflect our views on the past, present, and future.
These basic feelings are as follows:

        Desire (want for something not currently present) vs
Contentment (acceptance of present circumstances)

        Fear (belief that the future may be worse than the present) vs Hopefulness (belief that the future will be better than the present)

        Lamentment (recalling negative events that have occurred in the past) vs Reminiscence (recalling positive events in the past)

In our current mortal existence, we happen upon a complicated mixture of feelings both good and bad. Many of these are combinations of the six basic feelings. For example, motivation can be explained as the desire to perform a difficult task, along with hopefulness that we'll succeed in performing the task. Likewise, regret can be described as the lamentation of a past event, along with the unfulfillable desire to change the way we had acted.
All of our feelings, in addition to our cumulative worldly experiences, help us define what we call "life".

1/19/17

Sleep, oh sleep,
how I need you today.
I want to fall in my bed,
and sleep my problems away.
You're my comfort, my drug,
my most desperate need.
Please take away my sorrows,
to you I plead.
Please allow me to forget,
even temporarily,
my frustration and regret,
my inability,
to do the things I need to do,
but do not have time for.
Since all I do is sleep all day,
and at night I sleep some more.

2/29/12

Why should I ever,
pursue things I’ll never get.
The goals I’ll never reach,
the walls I’ll never breach.
Pain stems from desire,
like ice or hellfire
that burns in people’s souls.
Make useless of my goals.
Why should I try to,
go to places that don’t exist.
That I know I can’t get to
-that I know I won’t go to.


12/20/08

The lies that we've said.
The lies that we tell.
In our bodies we've bled,
in our minds they dwell.

Dwell deep in our soul,
which we cannot control.
We live for these lies,
the lies that we tell.

The pain grows inside,
But we dare not confide.
The lies we dispel.
The lies that we tell.

The games that we play,
the things that we say,
the lies that we tell,
Lies, who are they for?

Our words hurt others more,
yet they hurt us as well.
The deception we sell,
The lies that we tell.

So, tell to the world,
the lies that we speak.
But through lies, we'll never find
the truth that we seek.

10/26/11

I chase after time, day after day after day.
Yet time forever eludes me, always running away.
It has the speed of the wind, with an incredible pace.
And always leaves me behind, in this never-ending race.
No matter how much I run, I’ll never be as fast.
I may catch up for awhile, but I can never last.
Time is always in front, and it is always ahead.
It has long since ran over, the path that I now tread.
Yet although chasing after time, is impossibly tough.
I will continue to chase time, cause I haven’t chased enough.

9/24/11

"Yes I can!"
Bob wrote in response
Otto had told him what he thought was the right answer
Bob had understood
but he soon wanted to ask the question again.
the predicament: Bob could write but he couldn't speak.
Otto could speak but couldn't write.
Unfortunately, he forgot about the other's condition.
He was frustrated he couldn't get his point across.
Staring intently at the paper,
Otto tried to motion the problem, until...
Bob had an epiphany and started to write again.
He had suddenly remembered that both of them could read;
Following that, Otto excitedly began to explain
that both of them could hear as well. Otto then whispered...
precisely what Bob had written on the paper,
"Can you read between the lines?"

11/6/15

Wait a second,
am I dead?
Nope.
I'm just stuck in a hospital bed.
What???
Why am I in a hospital?
Oh yeah, I remember.
I fell.
Hard.
And gave myself a concussion.
How did I fall?
I wish I could remember.
Do I even want to remember?
Wait a second,
am I dreaming?
Cause there's too many things I can't recall.
Nope.
The IV line running into my veins feels too real.
In fact,
it's probably pumping me full of painkillers.
Which might be why I feel like I'm dreaming.
Or am I dreaming?
Wait a second,
am I dead?

9/17/12

I watch the skies,
for lofty clouds,
so beautiful, peaceful, and white.

And I think of you,
as clouds come into view.
You're the cause of my heart's delight.

Whenever you're blue,
I am sad too,
my skies will darken with rain.

But as soon as I hear,
your laughter so clear,
I no longer feel any pain.

So to you I inquire,
Do you also desire,
to come find clouds to see?

Because my worries go away,
and it's a brighter day,
whenever you are here with me.

8/29/12

Water,
cleanse my body.
Make me feel alive again.
Clear the stupor.
Clear the spinning.
Clear my body of all its sinning.
Forgive my choices
and clear these voices
and noises that lie inside my head.
Calm the waves of intoxication.
Clear my mind of inebriation.
Help me through a transformation
back to sanity,
back to sobriety.
So I may never want to drink again.

10/30/11

If tears could solve all my problems,
I'd cry a big long river.
But tears can't solve any problems,
Which is why I will not cry.
Despair won't fix anything,
Which is why I'll continue to try,
To fix my problems like a man,
And work till I collapse and die.
People that I know often wonder,
They come to me and ask why,
Why I work so much, and try so hard,
If I'm just trying to get by.
I usually turn to all these people,
And I look them in the eye,
I tell them the reason why I want to try
is so I can be a better guy.

12/10/12