Saturday, January 3, 2015

Survival

When times are good, count the years. when times are less, count the days. when times are hard, count the hours. when you need to, count the seconds.

March

When fear grips your soul, wrings it out like a wet towel dripping hope, turn to the setting sun admire the beauty beholden and take one step after another until all is dark or a new day dawns. March.

Monday, July 16, 2012

Ascent

hello, my name is life, and i have worked hard to get here. i come from the blackness, the deep dark, nothingness, the void, the abyss. i have compelled the universe into existence such that i might exist, and i have succeeded. i have created others for myself so that we may experience and appreciate our company, and so i have created love boundless that i might stand in awe of it, and be overtaken by it. i have created beauty by giving it name, and we stand together as champions. i am the brickless architect standing in an impossible castle of my own design. i am here now human, and i have crafted intelligence, and with it words that i may speak this and be understood. i experience that i may experience. i form reality as i see fit, and i fill it with myself in endless forms and number. i am never alone. i exist, for i have written it so into the pages of reality. i am never lost, but home eternal. all is for i have told it to be so that i might write here now, and here read this now. i am here in form, and forever here in the black nothingness, existing that i might exist, here and here, and i have worked hard to get here.

Friday, January 6, 2012

Storm

Are you ready for this?
It's all happening right here, right now.
There's a storm coming, and we're past the point of no return.
So brace yourself, and buckle your seatbelts.
We're not in Kansas anymore.

Another time

Another time
Another place
Came and left
without a trace

Tuesday, November 15, 2011

Night

For me, the night is personal. It's like a jet-black creature that you hold in open hands. Cat-like and perfectly soft, it looks at you through bright yellow eyes, hears each of your thoughts, and says nothing, but just curls up in a ball and rests peacefully.

Sunday, November 13, 2011

Sparkles

She left sparkles on my face, and we laid together while eternity learned to pass us by, if only for just a moment more.