More from the past

The construction of a catastrophe

The reckless adventure of attempting the im-plausible
The feeling of being a step closer to your calling in this world
The madness of self belief in the face of an ever changing probability
The rush of blood from an anarchy of ideas
The anticipation of a possibility becoming a reality

On the precipice of disaster
the edge of catastrophe
is it all worth it?

Does it matter?

It is in the very nature of the universe.
Some will brook success, others abject failure.
We serve a purpose.
Be it a guiding light or a warning bell.
Speak out. Serve your purpose.

Circa 2008

Into the shining sun

ticking away
catching up
no escape
no getting away
inexorable, the wings
freedom stings
life goes away
and you hold

memories,fading away fast
unrelenting
briefs flashes
of time
the greatest keeper
in time we will all
fade away fast
too fast

and still we try to
to collect
to enslave
what we cannot
Happiness come again,
and this time
no binds
no bounds

no false notions
of things not mine
This time will be different
and no staring audience
lets just start again
this time is different

When I was 28...

A little less

dreams of the past,
nightmares of the future,
they ask,
master of the present,
what have you done?

have you smiled,
twice more than you should have?
made a day,
little more beautiful than it was?
helped a bit more than was practical?

At 28,
Do you claim to be unfazed?
by greed and by emotion,
by yourself chasing illusions,

What have you done?
A little more than was required?
or a little less...
this day you were born
is it special?