2.17.12 (no ones listening)

one can
never quite
understand
the anguish
another
endures
when one
so frequently
speaks from
their heart
and
no one
is listening.

2.16.12 (like a bird fighting against the wind)

i've heard
many times
how love
is eternal
and that love
is all.
i've searched
far and wide,
but love only comes
when i've
stopped looking.
yet still i search
like a bird
fighting against the wind
(taking short strides
only to be blown back again).

2.16.12 (∞)

life
and
love
are
the biggest
annoyances.
you've either got
too much
or
not enough.
but then again,
what amount
is enough?

2.16.12 (observations in space)

How strange it is to be a human! We have enough brains to comprehend the vastness of things such as the infinite, but we cannot comprehend the limited time we are allotted to experience it. We deny that which we cannot escape: the natural cycle we are all bound to that is also infinite. We go so far as to try and defeat it, prolonging our lives and delaying our deaths; saying forever, but knowing we won't last that long. It's like counting: there is always a higher (or lower) number. Such is life.

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?