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History Repeats

How foolish that, a child may,
In passing danger, forget to say
To its comrade close in tow,
“Beware!” and “Look out below!”
Once passed the danger fades.
Out of sight, they’ll continue to play
Look again and you might see,
That foolish are the children we.
History is the passing danger.
The playmate is the foretold stranger,
What was past, if then forgotten,
Shall have us caught in its tomb, rotten.

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All is Laid to Rest

Once forgotten all is laid
To rest and in the grave.
He profits nothing from the past
There’s nothing there of what lasts.
If it cannot get him through the day
It might as well be locked away.
To be sure there’s beauty there,
Joy and freedom, all but rare,
And mixed up in times shifting sands.
Irretrievable! They’re left to this desolate land!
He awakens the next day none the wiser.
Or is he now he won’t dredge the desert to find her?
I’ll leave that question to philosophers who will,
Debate his morality while sitting on a hill.

A Wound in Time, May

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Once was there and not before,
One more passing through pains door.
Then done and something left behind
Another lost memory left inside.
Was it lost or left? How to know?
The clues are in the wake of it so,
An echo in soon forgotten halls, fade.
Something not unlike a mythic creature made.
Its evanescence in a place,
That one wouldn’t want to chase.
In time a wound may purify or heal;
Will one endure more pain to caurerise and seal?

When Man Has Gone

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What now do crumbling walls see, should they have eyes,
What does nature abhor now there’s none left to despise?
Mother, as if in shame, desperately tries
To hide echos past with her climbing vines.
From creatures on the sea  floor wandering the silt,
To beasts resting in the towers that forgotten hands built.
What once was there, what once was man,
Has long since ceased to live in this ancient land,
In his delusions, for such an absence made no plans.
Being deceived, as such delusions of immortality can.
On through blackened oceans of infinite void roll,
This Earth, slowly ’round the Sun takes its last stroll.
Weary and spent; to the angered Sun, unable to pay toll,
She falls burning forever, into the fatally expanding Sol.
None but nature and her children; the only ones to see,
The father of the sky, in the blink of an eye, burning and boiling the sea.
Where was man no longer here, to witness like ashen weeds,
The falling of earth, that to him gave birth? And the universe that can no longer hold seed?
Long before mother sent her vines to hide walls and towers below,
Man has said, when his heart was dead, “Our greed with us shall grow!”
So his fate was sealed to never see, the ice and snow that fell,
Never being able to wander off, before the Sun had gone to hell.
Such a fall it was that man had when he allowed his pride to swell.
If given the chance, would he change, would he last?
This round, only time will tell.