Immortality

 

I struggle with my mortality

Brutal battles, sword and shield

I say goodbye to precious moments 

Numb myself so I can't feel 

I struggle with your mortality

One day those lips will be cold and pale

I watch your light fade away 

As your very life does fail

I struggle with our mortality

I will be forgotten, though not the first 

But I grasp those threads of time remaining

Made tangible with my rhyme and verse

Time Zones

I made the sudden discovery
That we are living
In two different time zones,
Separated by a chasm
Of night and day.
Apart and alone.
I reach out to touch you,
Feel your warmth,
Know the comfort
That is you.
But you are hours away
In this space-time distort.
No words I say
Will bridge the gap.
Facing the endless unknown,
Hammering the hands
Of this tick-tock time,
 Is it worth the effort?
Could any of my sweet machinations
Make you realize
I am by your side?

Untitled (Flash Poetry)

Maintain radio silence,
Keep your thoughts to yourself-
Your own digital hell.

Buying Electric Sleep with Digital Sheep

Count them: 1, 2, 3
Transmission ended.
Signal is lost.
Staring at the ceiling,
Wide eyes,
Your circuitry hums beside me.

Count them again: 1, 2, 3, 4
Transmission ended.
Signal is lost.
Your sleep mode
Has been more successful than mine.
Firmware update required.

Insert the uplink cable,
Close my eyes,
Initiate download.

Count them again: 1, 2, 3
Tomorrow I wake a new man.

To Know Thy Master

Master poet, come share my words.
Feel the emotion I have bled into them.
Fellow wordsmith, you will appreciate
the shades of meaning, mild inflection,
the story within this poetic tale.
Master poet, you have cast aside
what took my heart and soul to create.
What is the value in an image?
What of the delicate peals of haiku?
Can you not see the truth in my words?
Fellow poet, I read today a story
that must have been the best mediocracy,
a simple history that failed to move me.
No geometry, no bright moon, no musical tune.
No passion to be found.
I thought you were the master
And I was the apt pupil.
Now I see that we both know nothing.

Homecoming

Among the books
Among the pages
Thoughts of wisdom
Words of sages
Enlightened senses
Ideas flow
Hidden from prying eyes,
These pages know
What I am thinking.

White space before me
My moments are jumbled

Black pen
Ink like blood
Darkly scrawling
Across these pages
My words are humble
As I carve them
Into this paperflesh.

Voices in my head
Voices in the room?
Are they waiting
To hear my thoughts?
Are they waiting to see me
On these pages
Or to ridicule me
Or to tell me
That I am one of them?

My voice is alive on this paper
Yet remains blotted in life
Perhaps this is a homecoming of sorts,
But I find no solace here.
This homecoming is not for me.

Untitled Poem

I want to play with words -
Twist them, fold them like origami.
I want to take them to their breaking point
So I can see
If they mean anything.