Monthly Archives: November 2017

Life’s Spiral

The

Day

And night

Bring chaos,

Entropy. Beauty

Is revealed to me, decay is

Not what it seems to be, giving life much more to see.

Perfection plain to me, one point six one eight zero three, spiral of new beginning.

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Huntley

Where the lights that go before us tred,
In darker days their absence led.
A flame out too soon, not quite begun,
When one cannot see their first setting sun,
Where the reaper concedes to angels
To ferry this small soul.
In lifes webs many tangles,
There’s one strand so bitter, and beautiful to behold.

Dedicated to the daughter of my friends Kendra and Jurian. May she rest in peace.

To Sleep Alone

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I cannot sleep alone,
Here on the floor and dreaming.
With no one here beside me warm,
With no one here now breathing.
I cannot hear the breath you take.
“Come back!” The void hears, screaming.
And with a final sigh defeated
I resign. My heart stops beating.
Cursed to go on living in unrequited love,
Here I’ll stay.
No one will hear me breathing.