2.16.12 (time)

here
and
there
always seem
much farther
than they
really are.
like now
and then
or later.
like never
and forever.
we can blink
and an
eternity
would pass.
in this way
time passes slowly
as it flies by.

2.15.12 (7.27.08)

A lifetime of apologies
wouldn't make up
for what we stole;
one life lost
is worth an eternity owed.

2.15.12 (thoughts)

There are so many things worth laughing at. We have these bad habits of making something more of what isn't; that's kind of funny, isn't it? We're always expecting more than what we've got, and anything less just isn't enough. Expectations and such. Things get misconstrued in the in-between. It's always my-bad or your-bad, but never our-ok. If we could only laugh forever! But then we would only be happy for a moment, then lose it immediately thereafter. What else is left after that?

2.15.12 (of blood)

from dust we emerge
and to dust we return,
but some come from gold
and return there when they're old.
we work through our lives
in hopes that we will die
with a smile on our face
when we leave this place.
but what brings us closer
to finally being whole
is when we learn
what we all must know:
we are all the same blood.

2.15.12 (crime and)

how funny it is
the object
that catches your eye
that you so desire
be placed just barely
out of reach
eternally.
that should
happen
to some extent
but for an eternity!?
woe is me!
that is so common,
that is our
punishment,
for being capable
of thinking.

2.14.12 (rebirth)

i get
weary
thinking.
of feelings
and reasons.
we do what
we will,
because of
how we
feel.
we feel
the way we do
because of
WHAT
we do.
are we
doomed
to be stuck
in this loop?
is this
samsara?

2.14.12 (pure)

it's strange
the way
one
can capture
the eye.
i see
no one
else now.
i cannot
say
what this
means,
but i can say
that i am
glad,
because i
no longer
crave
the flesh
of any
other.
i am
pure
once more.

2.11.12 (incessant)

some days
i don't think
of you.
it was her,
but she
vanished,
in your
shadow.
some days
i think
of nothing.
some days
i am
overwhelmed
by just waking up.
some days
i am sad
and it pains me
greatest
to recall
those many lovers
of mine
who are now
just people
i once knew.
some days
end different
from what i had
in mind,
and sometimes
that's good,
but sometimes it's
bad,
and i start over...
some days...

2.11.12 (the end)

there are always
these things
these times
to bring you down...
the temporary distractions
things that let us
breathe...
a taste, a breath
of fresh air
these littles things
we need.
a moment in time
to ease the pain
of the day to day
we pray delayed.
yet we push on
encouraged by
thoughts
of a better
tomorrow
a life without
loss.
but tomorrow
never comes,
just another tuesday.
another number
on the check
that you are paid.
we do what we can
to forget what we can not
that we are all destined to die
and we are all destined to rot.

2.11.12 (why)

i drink because
and you ask why?
i ask do you blame me?
and yet again
you ask why?
what else could i do?
watching the object
of my affection
wrapped around another.
it had been this way
for quite a while
but it didn't hurt
quite as bad
until my name
left those lips.