7/17/11

All that exists, and all that’s been,

Is only molded paraffin,

Which time and light dissolve despite,

All thoughts we may preserve them in.

Familiar shapes will melt away,

For nothing brightly burns and stays,

But shall transform and be reborn,

To different dreams for other days.

7/16/11

Two estates sit side by side

One still lives, the other dies.

One in ruin, one survives.

Between the two, a narrow line.

Separating what has been,

From that which has but to begin,

And here I stand and watch and mourn,

With hope as history is born.

7/15/11

There are some days when we must break the rules which have been set for us

A time and place where we must take back selfishly and know and trust

The lives we live in time forgive our small transgressions and neglect,

Lest languor rids all promises we've made, forsaken and unkept.

7/14/11

Because we wish a thing will work, does not mean that it will,

Nor each attempted mechanism leave our hearts fulfilled,

Success and satisfaction seldom shine on dreary days,

And yet despite this unfair fight, we press on unafraid.

7/13/11

Purgatory truly must be what we choose to make ourselves.

Once a certain point is reached, you'll never be somebody else.

7/12/11

At work again,

At work again,

Not home 'till aftter 10 PM,

And what rewards my efforts then,

No time for family faith or friends?

Perhaps in life this sacrifice,

Shall be redeemed, not once but twice.

Fool's recompense. No effort ends,

With earnings matching what we spend.

7/11/11

Plaster walls and wooden floors,

Porcelain knobs on creaking doors,

Dusty sunlight gently streams,

Past eyes, awake yet lost in dreams,

As afternoon to evening falls,

And cradles us till morning calls,

Within the shelter of this home,

Where comforts rest yet spirits roam.