Everything I Have Come To Know, but Accept As Temporary

Life,
Here now, we are, we can, and we will,
Breathe, and create for we are the creators.
We are the forever young, for our souls,
Are detached from our bodies, they do not age.

We can absorb the knowledge deep within the shelves,
If we wish to learn, and we can experience all,
Hidden in caverns and train stations, we can,
Be a part of everything, we are alive.

Live like you are aware of life, and know the gift,
You have been given, so much it’s incredible.
Never assume anything, except that tomorrow,
Will never be like today, have hope, or fear.

Change,
I throw glitter that doesn’t sustain,
The illusion I try to create,
Although, I understand I need no illusion.
I can be without being made of glossy glass.

Here now, and changed a day from now.
Metamorphosis on the run, a chameleon,
Who does not repeat his mistakes.
Learn and relearn what colors work.

Learning most of my lessons face down.
Then having the strength to stand back up,
Wipe the tears away, they are temporary,
Stress relievers and nothing more.

Death,
The man on the bench disappears,
Who notices? A life gone,
I notice, and that void cannot be filled,
He was never anything, but everything at once.

Facing candles we let loose our grief.
Running your hand down that dark wood,
And begging to see that face again,
Filled with life and able to exist once more.

We all have each other and the world too,
Nothing is eternal but eternity, and,
That we shall not encounter here, only elsewhere.
Little one, no more tears, we are a blink of an eye.

Legacy,
When we are but uncomfortable shadows,
Cast upon the walls at night, where we were,
But now are not, sleeping in another world,
No longer able to spread ourselves among the living.

What have we been? In this world we feel less,
Than what we realize we are, we really are,
Stones that, cast upon the pond shake the surface,
And create ripples from our point of exit, they spread.

Nobody is weightless in the end, and we pull,
Upon the fabric of the world around us,
Bringing down heads in all directions,
Whether or not we were gods among men in life.

A Glass Bottle

A life in a bottle is smashed upon the sidewalk.
The essence of freedom found so suddenly.
The life set free is forced to live,
As a parade of ants marches by.

You turned from me like a rose before winter.
Frost glazed your eyes in the shadows of a poorly lit room.
I needed not your redemption, my crime is none.
I am the murderer of a life in glass.

I do not regret setting free the pale white leaves.
In the earth they will find green.
Escaped from this chorus of wails,
This life can breathe, and know death.

In reflection I see myself as water.
My paths are my own.
I suffocate at the bottom of a lake, and I see the bottle.
It passes by me, and I know it by its true name.

Assault on a crystal world,
I bring destruction, I bring renewal.
This brittle web that surrounds us, it isn’t mighty.
Beat upon the strands, and see lies crumble.

Cities, worlds, walls, and words all make mud.
A vast swamp we fight to traverse.
When the sun dries our path we may walk.
There the glass bottle cannot exist.

I see a tree from the life I freed.
The shards of imprisonment lie at the roots.
The roots dig deep into life, and leave the artificial.
A multitude of silent birds make this their new home.

I see all things fall to tears.
By this covenant of water they are freed.
The glass that held them was only an illusion.
Unlearn everything and you shall find truth.

Kaakermi tehofi eaenhiv segndai arheit amiybi ouryi ordwi tehllai higstin segreai ademi newaika.

A Tower

In order to grow,
I throw a million pages off the roof.
They spiral in the air, they make a cloud.
My words rain down, black ink splattering.

The faces turn to ice, I fall.
Everything I fight against pulls me down.
Every other light is lit, on the street I live.
I could lie here on the pavement forever.

A woman comes, she bears gifts.
One is life, another is strength,
She cares for me when no others would.
I rise to my feet; I see my words, now frozen.

The woman gives me one last gift,
She gives me her compassion.
With this flame I free my words.
I recollect my thoughts, I recollect myself.

She has taught me how to build my towers,
Blades of grass laugh in the wind as I work.
I am constructing something very special.
Her liking will be instilled.

She has taught me so much.
She wove me a radiant scarf with her own hands.
I wear it to keep me warm, I feel her soft fingers.
They caress my face, I can hear her.
“An endless world lies at your feet, make it your own.”

With these words I begin to build my tower.
It is a work in progress, but a beautiful thing will come of it.
I will see the entire world when it is finished.
And when I do, I’ll have her there to hold.

My Boat

I stand on the pier alone, but for my ghosts.
The fog creeps upon my fettered feet.
I am shackled to my past.
I await passage into my future.

At the water’s edge my reflection goes ahead.
I am assured we will reunite when I am again whole.
Whispering ghosts call me back to the shore.
A corner I have yet to turn beckons in the sea.

With no luggage I await my passage.
Then, a great boat appears on the horizon.
With golden cherubs carved into the wood.
White sails like the teeth of a smiling star.

As if by some force of fate it speeds towards me.
The wind smiles upon it always.
I know this boat will always move forward.
I step cautiously, and with each step pain springs forth.

As I continue the pain grows less, and less.
Little black ghosts cling to my shoes.
They wail as I brush them onto the solid wood.
The gangplank lowers with confetti and whimsical music.

I board with an expectant heart.
Like one who has been hurt I cringe at my welcome.
I flinch at the happy visages that approach.
But slowly, like syrup, my heart is filled with perception.

As it begins to spill over I know I am free.
I turn back to the shore to see statues.
Everybody I have been stand as stone sentinels.
They will guard me from ever returning to who I was.

A silver cat smiles at me gaily and beckons me.
I approach with hope, and tears of joy.
It tickles my ear as it softly whispers to me.
“Welcome to the fastest voyage to heaven.”

I smile, and nod knowing I am coming home.
But, before I can leave I want all my loved ones to come.
The angel at the helm shakes her head sadly.
I can only send letters of my journey.

I understand that nobody will ever be on this ship, but me.
It is made from my will and my mind.
I can accept this, for if I can sail the seas so can all.
I take the hand of my brother’s ghost and he smiles lovingly back.

I depart now from this place.
My demons line the shore screaming hatred.
I can’t hear them over the revelry that surrounds me.
The one legged lamp, and the green umbrella sit at my sides.

This is an incredible journey I have embarked upon.
May the winds be fair, and may the seas be kind.
Even through the storms I know I am only moving on.
At the end I will know the shining gates, so says the silver cat.

I believe him.