Ode to a seven year nap
Acceptance of the end of accumulations in life, thoughts, things and me. I never asked for life but fell in love anyway. A habit, my sin
Dysfunction or just a family?
I'm dreaming again. Time works with me today as I begin a journey's end.
The absurdity of a conscious life makes dying all the more contemptible, senseless and mournful. A lifetime spent asking what is this about and what for? Why do I feel as if there is no purpose? My accomplishments and accolades to be mocked and pitched out and I can't cry out "No!"
Reminiscing is when revelations come; lessons could have been learned on time, but I spent my life in a state of busyness and procrastination.
Manifesting a Ghost
Dreamscaping away from the Falling Horizon with only a need for sea legs
Fixing a nation when it's people are ill
The little party dolls, illusions I was on top of the world, but I was really standing in the soup line
Two species, never acquainted, connecting
A love for all time is laid down upon the asphalt; Love I'm still searching getting back to you
Eight decades have passed and nothing has been figured out. Ecclesiastes asks, "what's it all for?"
Looking back brings a realization that it was me who shunned life. Will Death also?
A time of experimentation to see what my mind could see. During the experiment I heard a BANG and realized it was my own heart
The time You were OK and I was not OK; you were my hero and all my offerings were for only you
The summary of the night has transpired.