Thu
Jan
21
Last night I lay, eyes closed,
About to go to bed
When the meaning of our dismal lives
Took form in my head
And for those fine few moments
I felt at peace and I said
“I must tell the world these thoughts”
But fell to sleep instead.
And in those moments sleeping
My memory misplaced,
The single greatest string of words
That knew all time and space
Robbed of this,
By a thief called sleep.
Never know what I’ll miss
The night it took my thoughts for keeps
Mon
Dec
21
“ What lies behind us and
what lies before us are tiny matters compared to what lies within us.
Emerson
There he sits the silent one,
Eyes burnt red, with tears to come
He was eye, just eyes
Never thought there’d be this sight
Him sitting there, no words or spite
Just taking in the fact god took
His little girl, his whole world shook
To the little moments, he’d hold on tight
But short notice made his memory fight
No reasons left, no words to say
While in front of him, his baby lay
Gone. 16 years of eternal love
Cut short, no justice, no god above
There he lies, the silent one
Eyes closed shut, his fears undone
Once eyes, just eyes
You ask me why I’m sad
I say I’m not
“Then why are you wearing that puppy face,” you retort
I say I didn’t mean to
You nod your head and smile
I flash one back
You look away and continue your conversation with her
If you only knew…
Fri
Aug
28
“ Don’t be too moral. You may cheat yourself out of much life. Be not simply good; be good for something.
Thoreau
