Thoughts

These past few weeks have me convinced of two things. The first being that as we hurdle through time and space upon this rock we think of the events that shape our lives in terms of a series of beginnings and endings, serving the purpose of breaking up one's life into happenings that come and with our next breath are gone. To me this seems to be why I hear so many peers long for the 'good ole days,' to them I say look at things in a linear fashion. Life without question has its assorted chapters but it is a path that does not have endings, only evolution into a higher state of consciousness and shaped by mistakes and moments of revelations and refrain.

Secondly we till this day cannot learn to live, love and except those around us. If someone disagrees with our point of view we thump our chests and battle to the end instead of accepting that one of God's greatest blessings is free will to live the way we choose. Not saying you should commit heinous acts and deem it 'free will',' but after witnessing last week public stain at UW-Whitewater I feel sick of who we are as a society. What started as a open forum on abstinence turned into a public verbal beating towards the individuals preaching abstinence NOT "ant-gay" rederic as what it was ultimately shaped as. We need to except and love one another....that’s that. For those who don't subscribe to the Bible deal with the fact some of us do and for those who try to live life in a Godly manner, take into fact God loves all ... let him deal with the end result.

Remnants

In the silence of streetlights the distance of memory, returns-
Like some old record playing low, confessing I'm gald to see this go-
Moments stretched from madness to melody-
A flash behind these eyes, conveyed in letters and shapes-

Like the pause before waking, tattooed black on my veins-
With voices that will be gone another years, bathed in kerosene-
A remnant of life, as it blows through my hair, holding me fast-
Speaking to thoughts that settle on your reflection-

Telling me to relax, 'In time you’ll see no one knows for sure'-
Still memories spread upon the pallet of passing days haunt this shadow-
Calling my name to God only knows where-
Changing my face, like a soul untitled, unable to remember-

As one by one these days fly across clouds, on a wave of blue-
On a path leading me home, with eyes that dance with familiar verve-
To burn, eclipsed in words describing desire-
Incandescent frames and a heart of flesh-