when all the stars fade and are gone for we will not know that the end has already come; left to linger here for this news in this bath of our own unknown- with that end speeding towards us an end already ordained for us; nothing to do nothing can not be as done.
These words came to me as I was driving in twilight, the minivan in front of me I noticed, had a custom license plate THNKUGD and a handicapped sticker, I smiled, maybe I will enjoy this a bit longer, tonight.
the stretching- beautiful blue sky out- as I drive, the span over the meadowlands, tree tops, now budding, in this spring my mind wanders- dreams- drifts- as it should and then inward; there is that moment of inner inspection reflection; looking for that place where my mind will rest and my heart might forget, (her) all these years- and still- no one compares to you, my love for each replaced thread, so abandoned I am reminded- and so long, even the fear has long since departed the familiar denial has settled in the submission to the cold acceptance with only your memory to keep me warm until I go. (there)
(and I pray someday to see you again- for sometimes the hope, the dream is all I have)
sometimes I am mysterious, or arcane, or sometimes I am a merchant of simplicity… depends on the world and how my mind drifts, this was today… (I wrote this piece listening to this song, why? who knows… it was what made me think, made me muse, so I am tried to bring you to the same place, where I put the song on repeat and my mind on repeat until a mantra bubbled up to understand, so it did, profound? loud? soft? correct? righteous? nah… just me.. and maybe you, these days it is what it is, and sometimes I am OK with that even if I wish for the bliss, I realize I had a time in the sun, would I like another? yes…)
upon that ghostly domain soldiers thrust out upon in waves left to die face down and drown and drown the days even after breath has passed foul tide and stench has raised the war sounds rise to cover the noise of the dead the dying and injured stead can the shore open forth and then absorb the horror of the last moments of men boys, men soldiers sent in thrown against the walls of iron cross with pure luck and harsh determined lock who might stand at last who might retain humanity, bound forever within these sands of the sights, the sounds, the thoughts of this calamity at hand– of man.
notes… this one was written after I saw Dunkirk but mostly I was thinking about Normandy, but war is war, the same applies whether the line is on a beach or a street, war is as old as humanity, sometimes there is no choice, but there is always a price. (plus I am an old school metal head who grew up on slayer so… there is that…)