There comes a time when one must realize an end. We are here on borrowed time, Using borrowed bodies, hearts, and minds. Our memories and actions will be erased. Only our souls, memoryless, Shall endure as maturing beings. We are immortal, but our bodies are not. Life is an overwhelming And educational condition. Soul to souls to soul, visceral bodies spent. Only our true cores … Continue reading Immortal
Time presses me forward and calls me back. I remember, regret, remain, react. Daily life skitters, plain and dull. I waste it pursuing an unworthy goal. Too tired to rise, too busy to sin. Uncomfortable in aging skin. Things I wanted have faded away. Now I dream of some future day. But when I can sit calmly in the sun, I’ll be dreaming of adventures … Continue reading Time, Animate
How did it get so late? Where did the day go? The weekend? The years? Why didn’t I plan to still be alive, living day to day to day in my forties? What could I have done if I had known? What career? What adventures? What savings? Who would I be if I had spent the last forty years planning to be forty five? Continue reading Late
Morning comes.Here i lie,To myself,About my day.I’ll get things done,I have a plan.To achieve,What i may.But I’m pretty clear,With honesty,I wont doAll that i plan.Ill end my day,Wishing hardThat i hadTaken command.Perhaps i willPretend toGo back in timeAnd do it right.Start again Right now, here,Get up. AchieveAll that I might. Continue reading All That I Might
Forty-five is half of Ninety. Here, I find the middle age. Subtly stalking immortality And hiding from the passing day, I creep from bed a little slower, I work to recall what I meant to say, But today I know so much more Than I thought I knew just yesterday. Continue reading Middle-Aged, a Poem
Time presses me forward and calls me back. I remember, regret, remain, react. Daily life skitters, plain and dull. I waste it pursuing an unworthy goal. Too tired to rise, too busy to sin. Uncomfortable in aging skin. Things I wanted have faded away. Now I dream of some future day. But when I can sit calmly in the sun, I’ll be dreaming of adventures … Continue reading Time, Animate
There comes a time when one must realize an end. We are here on borrowed time, Using borrowed bodies, hearts, and minds. Our memories and actions will be erased. Only our souls, memoryless, Shall endure as maturing beings. We are immortal, but our bodies are not. Life is an overwhelming And educational condition. Soul to souls to soul, visceral bodies spent. Only our true cores … Continue reading Immortal
Ghosts and vampires, Picnic table ants, Memories both good and bad. Scary monsters, Sexy witch or nurse, Dressing for lives we never had. Halloween candy’s Long gone by ten. Wear your costume anyway. No one’s watching, But your future selves. Be your own fun today! Hello, Friends! I wanted to add a note to this little poem-post to say thank you. Your support of my … Continue reading Dancing with Your Future Self
I’m traveling through life. The world is swimming by in a Blur of green and blue and work. I’m falling from nowhere to nowhere and It feels like standing still, But I know I’m traveling because I never seem to recognize myself. Mirrors in this place move Faster than time and I can’t see what I meant to be, back when I took my first … Continue reading Traveling
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