"Shadowcast"

Do we, as humans,
not truly live
until we die?
Is it somehow that the dark shadow is the
gateway to our best,
our truest selves?
In that vain,
is that dark shadow somehow the
key to our most creative work?

A young and brazen man wouldn't
once question his own mortality;
That is a task well-suited to men far older if not far wiser.
But one must ask the question:
is mortality only reserved for those with
strands of grey, lost and tired eyes?
Or for anyone who shall dare face the shadow that will
bring about his demise?

Do we only see a glimpse of one's soul before they are
faced with their shadow?
Only a glimpse of their kindness, their anger?
Only a glimpse of their most profound,
provocative thought?

Does love tear apart only when the
lover recognizes something torn?

When faced with the shadow,
the contours begin to show,
The shape of emotion becomes something
almost finite.

Meaning derived from mishegaas.
And the shadow remains.

"Hello!"

Ends without goodbye.

"1001"

On a thousand islands in the sea
I see a thousand people just like me.

They said I'd no right to stay there.
They said I deserved hell.

So, dejected in hell, I resided.
I chose to embrace it.

Learned to love what it offered,
the sky, the ground, the people.

Learned to love and loved to learn,
that was me!

Yet I knew the truth:
it was still hell.

There was still fire.
I would get burned.

"Spun Out"

They wouldn't tell. 
They wouldn't stop to talk, scream or yell.

The world spins, spins, spins

They wouldn't-they can't. 
What an awful thing to say.

The birds soar, soar, soar

Instead, emulate a rose, silently fall. 
No matter, just petals, all in all.

The sun shines, shines, shines

The awful whines come up through their neck, 
"Dealt the same cards from the same awful deck."

The buds bloom, bloom, bloom

Stressed and they've stressed, still never been 
blessed with a reason for hope. 
Yet futilely attempt to give.

The trees sway, sway, sway

Bent and they've flexed 
This way, that way, you know the rest. 
Yes, they've pushed themselves in, 
with the best of their care, 
to the circle-shaped hole, 
despite their being a square.

"To Major Tom"

A planet circles a star,
rotating in perfect harmony.

Time goes by,
Stars get older.

One day,
at it’s brightest,
Star explodes,
the planet shatters.

Star had previously
grown too large for life’s existence on the planet.
Planet, nevertheless, revolved around that star.
Star chose the nuclear option.

"Mother & Children"

Did she know?
Was death riding the horse?
Or was she safe
In the home of a good friend?