Friday, August 28, 2015

August

a rush from a cool breeze
a last sweat from the sun

moments taken to reflect
the daylights hastened run

a smiled moment shared
memories made in joy




Saturday, June 20, 2015

June 2015

Hope

The storm never stops, the peace never comes.
A world apart from ourselves we live.
No hopeful truths endure and rust,
not matter what they give.

Hope and lies they grow no matter,
what poison is brewed to beat.
The end is part of all beginnings,
though this ends not in defeat.

Tuesday, December 30, 2014

Year

Every year a new post. Every post another glance.

Winter

The movement of the sun had its moment, and returns. The daze pains more every annum.

Tuesday, May 7, 2013

Keep on

It is working, killing that fire. Keeping the flames from burning away all that is supposed to be real, read with two syllables. The reluctance has grown and its life is willing to crush the little lives. The good morning, the piece that hurts is hiding under a pile of flotsam in the corner. Working hard to make the days go fast, not giving up any of it. The fights I will never win. They are eclipsed by the fights I was scared to make.

The miserly misery of it all, with sunshine still shining across the field. 

Wednesday, March 6, 2013

With concern overriding the revulsion, I set forth to endeavor to obtain the approval of the actions of the willing mind. Without an end in sight and the fading memories of the present being supplanted by the clarity of the past. The phenomena of the present fading while the past shines bright is the carnival of being.

Being and non-being are the basics. On the other end of the spectrum is understanding, though like running around the tree, the three motion to the place where a conscience sometimes dwells that there can be action without reaction. There can be movement without energy. The conservation across the entity does not allow for indication of the manners we measure. We make the movement without the conservation, the new energy  is potentiated by that which may be no more, it is powering away all that which cannot.


Monday, February 4, 2013

On the passage of time and the marking of it, the disconnect is the illusion of pertinence.