Maybe I always thought we’d finish this road together But as the years turn More certainties become maybes Your ring is melting on the horizon A tear drop of molten gold   You say it’s time to part ways You grow apart like the branches…

Will be standing there Without fear When it comes Will stand on truth Without worry When done Will stare darkness in the face With the light Will wait patiently and will be Alright Will dance through the depths of despair Will laugh at the danger…

They gathered around the circle of life Holding hands Smiling at each other Wishing each other well Making promises to remain in touch Sharing Jokes Sharing Joy Sharing Laughter They didn’t know what was ahead Only one thing They will always remember this life And…

In the beginning, was nothing, No mass, only pure energy. The nothing that became something In defiance of entropy Defiance, though, implies something – Someone did this deliberately The energy, and decision, Both came from God, in his wisdom. Form: Ottava Rima This one’s clunky….

Water on my Skin I squish my water bottles as I drink so I can slurp the water through a tunnel, snake it past my teeth, afraid of getting wet. A splashing dolphin lamps sits above my tv, a prize from Chuck E. Cheese, grows…

[EXT] [DAY] Feet, all men’s by the types of shoes – loafers, wingtips, sneakers, cowboy boots – all walk on a sidewalk. Again, by the types of shoes, we can see the styles are early ’60s. We’ve just elected the first Catholic president, and girls…

I guess it’s safe to say, that all things happen for a reason that all roads lead back to home that if it’s meant to be, it will be but what if.. what if things don’t happen for a reason that all roads don’t lead…

One step forward, three steps back I jump forward twice to catch up the slack Up and down and all around The path once lost is once again found I keep going until I’m told That is success, I have reached my goal  

There is no amount of water that could extinguish the Fire inside I have for you the flames lick the corners of my ribcage warming every cell a spark, turned into a flame, turned into an out of control wild fire, that I hope burns…

As though the cells of my body have transitioned to another place, translated into a future me I do not yet recognize, my mind stumbles clumsily behind, aching to be reunited. I float within this space, gathering wool round the edges of my tiny universe,…