there was no last word
just there and then gone
summer became winter
but the leaves didn’t change
a single contrary word
and our lives whisked away
clouds barely covering the sun
before the storm tore up everything
days became less recognizable
every night seemed everlasting
yet there must still be love
my last beacon, I hoped
it went up and they watched
but nothing came my way
the cold became unbearable
spring was nowhere in sight
as they left without warning
11/12/19
my pieces only fit when I can see
ways to express the storm in me
the words come when I need space
fragments released to be replaced
11/11/19
my wish was for deafness
whenever I heard our music
all the memories flooded me
summer car rides and weekends
the times I would never forget
my playlist began to betray me
and there was no escaping it
I will not let myself hear
take the verses from my mind
now that you are gone
my heart can’t bear our songs
11/10/19
how does it end
thoughts of that are simple
and perfection was the dream
but is most impossible
the actuality is so difficult
tying the end to the beginning
and the unavoidable rift in-between
teeming with action and decision
exhausting change and busyness
nothing’s done as fast as time races
in a blink the world has grown
and yet, I have not
Does anyone else have this problem or feel in a similar way at times? If not, do you have any advice? I know that this something that I have found I seriously struggle with, and there are many factors involved with it. Let me know what you think in the comments, and thank you so much for reading!
10/31/19
he began to forget the further he went
the way of men he tried hard to resent
and in his solitude, the longer he spent
purpose deprived in the continued acsent
There is something that we must be conscious and careful of as the world moves deeper into the path of technology and innovation. That is, we must never confuse humanity with insanity.
We can imagine a world a hundred years in the future, where we have a new generation born on mars. Many people may own flying cars. There may be explorations being set forth past our solar system, into the great unknown. However, we must never forget what we are. We are humans, first.
We are explorers and crafters, yes. We are inquirers and questioners, always.
But, we are also lovers. We are helpers. We are believers and dreamers. We are passionate. We have fear, and anger. We have sadness too, and it’s okay to feel all of it. It natural to be vulnerable, and feel helpless for a moment. Because when you feel helpless, that’s when we need humanity most. We need the embrace of a friend. When we fall, we can grasp for the hand humanity extends. We must be there for each other.
Will we forget to look fondly at the earth as we soar past our atmosphere? Will love and mercy become a distorted in our minds, as a hurdle we must jump over for success? Will reacting naturally to emotionally stimulating experiences become some sort of psychological anomaly, and therefore looked upon as the real problem? Will the logical operations that run our machines overrun us, and cause us to forget who we truly are at our core? Will we lose our purpose on the way to the stars? If the answer is yes to any of these, that is the insanity that we must fear.
The farther we go, the more we learn, the better we build, we must not forget our home. And our home is this. It’s us. Humans on planet earth.
There will never be a star for us like the sun. And earth will forever be home with its peoples.
a rumination after viewing the motion picture “Ad Astra”
10/20/19
