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Poetry

Film

A moment,

life flickers

like film

in a reel.

Rewound,

frame by

frame.

Today,

yesterday,

every day.

Happiness,

sadness,

every emotion

between.

Reel

runs out

cuts

to black.

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Poetry

High Beam Daydream

Go where the road untangles and unfurls

by those cliff side views over those blue curls

lit only by those high beams off those white pearls.

Only sense of direction is the road ahead

no going back just only forwards instead

as going prevents drifting to the sea bed.

The white sea foam crashes amongst the shore

those high beams persist only for Salvadore

the light bends around the corner then no more.

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Poetry

Unsaid

Silence where words would be,

ignorance where understanding should be,

apathy where love could be.

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Poetry

Fall

Months have come and went,

time left and spent.

Moments of eternity and bliss,

here now to witness.

A blink as blue skies,

turn grey in old eyes.

Bells have began their knell,

and leaves have all but fell.

Hold on,

cold song,

I long to live.

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Poetry

Oh.

The wind blows

where does it go

nobody can know.

The river’s flow

topples like dominoes

through the meadow.

Out the window

of the small chateau

grows

an old willow.

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Poetry

The Soloist

The soloist closes their eyes and leans in to play their instrument,

an intertwined movement as the musician and their tool becomes one.

An ever so subtle look of one who loves to that which is intimate,

knowing the bond that is formed now may never be undone.

The dance is bittersweet as the moment has already began to fade,

a beautiful sight with the undertones of a melancholic symphony.

Even though the house lights stayed a lit and the music swayed

the musician could see the end coming of this moment so vividly.

This temporary music spreads out into infinity,

where all is left is the memories.

Notes and undertones that almost approach divinity,

where all is left is the reveries.

The house lights went out, the musician left gasping for air.

Every delicate sensation overwhelmed but they didn’t care.

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Poetry

Images

Images we carefully hang on the wall

hung carefully so it might not fall.

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Poetry

Stars

Ripples of water, reflections of the night sky

and inflections of why, words came but all authors’

pens dried and faltered, moments of the divine

lost to the sacrilege of time, senses came but altered.

Darkness came and surrounded,

confusion came and confounded,

as deep as valleys, as tall as mountains,

heartbeat in chest pounded.

Little lamp lead the way, the end is not today.

Tomorrow will come and stay, so do what I must to stay

a lit by this gentle flame, as all of will not be in vane.

I said aloud in a moment of panic to stay sane.

But time came and the light did not falter,

faith grew in this little, little light of mine,

and it grew to shine without any signs of alter.

Hope flickered as the flame stayed a lit on the twine.

Alone and afraid, frayed rope dwindling

burning as vibrant kindling, however closer did it fade

luckily in the darkness laid, countless stars swindling.

My heart rejoices as I have made it to the rekindling.

No longer alone, no longer afraid

pulse dropped, pounding laid to rest

the stars came and a lit my flame

I need to thank them all by name.

As I laid staring up at the stars,

feeling so small and alone on Mars,

I forgot all of the people who have came

who shared their flame and allowed me to share my flame.

I hope I can keep being your flame,

and a piece of yours mine.

Days will be dark and dreary,

but glow on and glow forth into the night.

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Poetry

Blackbird

Blackbird sitting on the windowsill,

out of the cage and still not knowing.

Trying to think of flying or staying still,

as not wanting to stay but no point in flying.

Blackbird looking out to the ground outside,

seeing other birds flying up, up and away.

Dreaming of a chance to break free and soar in the skies,

being grounded by the thought that today is not the day.

Today is not the day to fly,

fly with the pain of everything associated with departure.

Today is not the day to say goodbye,

goodbye to all the bad and the good whichever is harder.

Blackbird looking out the window and just hopin’,

without realizing the window was open.

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Short Stories

Universal Love Song

The entirety of nothing laid dormant for an indeterminable amount of nonexistent time. A paradoxical time this was as nothing was occurring but everything was unfolding. Every law and axiom we hold near and dear today were all broken and set forth in an imperceptible amount of space time. From nothing, came something like a nonexistent seed growing into a beautiful budding flower. The flower blooms and explodes out into a display of infinite colors bringing forth the very fundamental building blocks of what would become essential to what we know to be necessary to life today. In this explosion an infinite capacity of energy brought forward, yet an infinite capacity of energy reserved.

Quarks were born, quarks matured and bonded together to create atoms, atoms matured together to create matter. Everything so seemingly paradoxical, seemingly irrational but yet the most natural and most rational occurrence since what came forth from nothingness. Atoms drifting through space colliding and collecting to create stars if so desired and others to create large balls of fire to cool and turn to what will eventually turn into planets.

Many stars and planets collide in a death march trying to be balanced and survive. An infinite, finite amount of these collisions occur until from this constant chaos comes a delicate balance. Many of these collisions’ outcome resulted in destitute and inhabitable cocktails of matter and gas. In a few, uncountable amount of these cocktails brought forth the capacity that was all but guaranteed from the paradoxical night that came before the dawn and life that existed all along was brought forth into matter. Life in these new instances of matter struggled and fought to grow. In many cases life grew but all but dwindled in the wrong environments. A subset of that subset however was able to handle the adversity brought forth and fought for its right to exist even through the infinitely improbable odds that confronted it.

Life grew. And from there brought forth a variety of things. Many of them beautiful and unique. But nothing in comparison to me and you.

We came from nothing. Yet we have fought together through infinite amount of days and nights even before days and nights existed to become what we are today. But yet even when we drew so close to not existing the odds were stacked in our favor from before the existence of everything and the existence of nothing.

The imperceptible thoughts of the universe sung out with beautiful bliss in a song for every next moment of existence. A love song for every particle and every molecule as they swindled together in countless dances. A love song for the relationship of planets and stars as they pensively intertwined and cautiously fell in love for each other. A love song for life so that it go forth and multiply. A love song that will continue into the bleakest of nights and dreariest of dawns from now and forever on even after we are all but gone.