“scraps we hold” 8.28.2018
a scrap of paper
a scrap of words
a scrap of film
is all you’ll have
when I’m gone
(and these electrical impulses).
I circle my index and thumb
together
as if searching for a grain of sand
or
of a trace of man – so soon gone.
life is a tenuous lot, be thankful for what ya got…
12.26.2018 “goodbye”
not from the stars do I think judgement comes
as the sky changes by forces rung
but as I examine the sky tonight
I notice one missing, a closing light
as in stars we might not know
the light we see or how old
but eventually with distance lens
even the brightest must meet an end
and all folds back to cosmic dust
to return to life on the cusp
and once again form another
from the same constructive endeavor
but only once ever a star is born
never the same as it was before
materials remain but have no soul
for that we turn our inner eyes
to find love, the eternal sign
notes… strange to think we are stars, but surely we are, more important than the hollywood ilk, we are surely cosmic beings in construction, and all this we have built around us,the distractions from all that, these little things that are chains of amino acids walking led to candy crush? who knew… do I overthink things? probably… but I am fascinated by how we got here, the process is almost overwhelming to ponder (almost… 🙂
the first line is a call out to some guy named Shakespeare (specifically sonnet 14), I like the old classic stodgy poets as such, just my thing, I enjoy the ring of their cadence (Milton, Shelley, Byron, Dylan to name a few). just my thing.
Music… Minus the Bear – Last Kiss (live acoustic) “I can’t believe it ends this way…”
12.25.2018 “generations”
so, the wave has begun
the first domino has fallen
a generation has come
to begin an end.
I have seen the wave coming
off on the horizon
everything seems so far off
in the inevitable ocean
but so soon crashing upon the shore
this is the way of things
for we are mere pillars
rock fashioned of sand
drawn down and back into the surf
from which we once rose
in and out the flow
just life
for us to suppose
and follow, as if we have a choice
but we pretend
to have some modicum of control
ever looking at the horizon
and the coming waves
as they come for me
surely, some day
might I be aware
and enjoy the warm rays
bright bouquets to grace the peaks
one more time
upon the waves
that carry my soul away
to some other place
I hope
to some other place
I pray
notes… as I stated in an earlier post, I have been spared death more than most, but that will not be so anymore, and I sense it, I hope I have the strength to relent it and continue on, in the pattern of such things it becomes difficult to reconcile self worth, or more plainly my life’s worth upon this earth, there is no accomplishment any of us can make that will satisfy my view of the world, so I just have to fall back on faith, and fate, and the two combined will be my future, I know what that is but do I accept it ? do I quit? or do I fight and meet the same outcome? these are the thoughts that cross my mind. There is so much to life, so much, that needs to be the focus but I must admit, I struggle.
12.21.2018 “upon these fields…”
upon these fields of lore
where the dead shall walk no more
where the perilous battle fought
when all souls they will succumb
under sword and under feet
their blood remains within this earth
upon these fields of lore
those before me shall walk no more
nor haunt these fields
with voices still
ghosts only in the eyes
of those remaining here
as another shall pass
from this ground to the greatest of halls
I mourn for this one I know too well
for walk this path we all shall know
and mourn the death in the time to come
dedicated, with love, to my uncle, Samuel Goldberg, may you find a righteous endeavor in the next life.
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