The Past

  I was thinking about people who look back on their past and remenisce at how wonderful things were and then again how some things were terrible and what they would have changed.  Sure, there are things I would have done differently. There are things I miss, things I want back, things I need. However, it is not possible. Usually the memories are better than the actual fact. Our memory makes things seem better or worse about the past but in effect the events may have been good or bad, but not phenomenal in either direction. Don't get me wrong. It is GOOD to have memories about these things. They help make us human. However, they are not as important as right now and the future. You are here because of those things in the past......bad or good, you can not go back but you can change or start doing things in a different way. Every person has a huge potential for doing good and great things as well as bad. Not one of us is perfect. We can strive however to be kind, courteous, friendly. One person CAN actually make a difference. One person can stand out from the crowd and influence others by witness or action. Turn on your smiles and look to the future. Help someone up, give of yourself what you can to others. It can be a new day for us all!

Suffering

As they tell us it's for a reason we look. We then, look again. The suffering is piled on some more while we look again. The next day comes as does the pain, and no future. Humanity goes on while we look some more and find nothing and no answers at all. They do not exist. There are no answers and there will never be any relief. There is but one reason to go on and she is a little life, full of everything good which balances me. To her I am the greatest thing ever and, I will always be there for her. I may have no hope for myself, no future and no understanding ever of my place in life, but I will never leave her.

Random

And then the fire and the quill engulfs the note on my desk. Writhing in exquisite pain and garrish hope, we became. I look through they written eye of
blackness and feel sparkling gems saying to me, ''Shout, for the sinners bring hope...You must overcome!''  And into the darkness. Outside, the masks of penguins rape the day and hover in semi-circles about my abode, hoping they know the truth about what is inside and below.

I Give You Terror

Squirming is my global, extended ganglia that squats in my puzzle of bones. This brain working to perfect and assign the subjective harmony that nature unwittingly ignored. As I will, my choice is destruction. To come and kill; removed in a slice. They wonder and laugh. The pits I have fallen in and crawled out of with fingerprints scarring the walls, making my will a mountain. The plan to invade and shave off the pitch is an elusive moment. Stealth-bubbles surface my inner conscience while my outer conscience takes holiday and refuge. Crawling as a serpent, bent on praise-filled mercy not given.

Dead Energy

The best things in life are dead.   Floating in hyper-reality altered radiant energy and succumbing to the will of ignorant parasites who's power is only self-absorbing.  TRUE reality can then be the state of subatomic paranoia incorporated by the lust of the smallest life forms which, when then obstructed, changes and becomes the only indestructable force of nature which is pure energy.

Want

Sewn into my soul is the fabric of want that I absorb from afar within your wandering spirit.  The whimsical patterns making up a quilted life pulled from your creations.  Warmth and hope fulfilling the truth of lonliness; sadness weaved into your heart pulled out for a moment by a smile.

Unrequited Love

I am so in love with you.  I see you smile, and your heart smiles a song that takes my breath and for a moment, we stare and we know.  I hear your thoughts and secrets as you whisper them to your pen.  I become the other heart inside as you approach, intoxicated by the soft sweat of your breast.  I see your pain and I try walking into it, observing while closing in that maybe I can take it inside me and away, not fully knowing the extent of your sorrow.  It brings a tear.  Your open and kind spirit warms me.  Your strength and wisdom beckon my love, pulling me into your heart's loneliness.  This is the tragic beauty that completes you.  Bringing you within a breath, closer to my arms and to my soul but only touching lips in a dream.  Yes, I am so very in love with you but can never tell you.  So now, you know.