Saying Goodbye

With the rise of social media and ways of staying in touch with people we have lost one of our most meaningful expressions and actions in life: saying goodbye. Gone are the days that good relationships meet an end because of physical distance or diverting life paths. Instead, with Facebook, all we can say is, we’ll keep in touch, or with Skype, I’ll see you later. But what happens instead is not keeping in touch, but rather holding onto the remnants and memories of a relationships that should have ended. Nowadays, relationships only end on disagreements, arguments, breakups, and tragedy. Alternatively, there is the slow fade out, of less and less contact, until each person has decided to no longer spend the time and effort to stay in contact. Let’s not hold onto what should end if we are unwilling to spend the time to stayed connected. Let’s find meaning in the means of a necessary end. Let’s connect and cherish our time with the others around us, until we must ultimately say: goodbye.

Lover’s Way

What lives before,
And finds without,
In times of jest,
A losing bout.

In barren fields,
And cryptic sets,
I fell in love,
With lover’s test.

To sleep so sound,
To mark the world,
A step to take,
A life I’ve met.

No longer frozen,
What held me back,
Whatever’s hopeless,
A worthy past.

Better Than Nothing

Silent tears bombard plain white paper
Pen in hand, thoughtless, frantically pouring ink onto the plain white paper
“I love you, so how could you treat me as such?”
Life takes captive another innocent soul

Pen in hand, thoughtless, frantically pouring ink onto the plain white paper
Only to retire the pen and sigh. Nothing more.
Life takes captive another innocent soul
And the windows were closed so not even Humor could enter

Only to retire the pen and sigh “nothing more.”
A desk-lamp emitted the light that pushed the scourging darkness away
And the windows were closed so not even Humor could enter
Nothing moved in the unadorned room

A desk-lamp emitted the light that pushed the scourging darkness away
If only Humor had arrived sooner, so that laughs and solidarity could be had
But nothing moved in the unadorned room
And silent tears bombarded plain white paper.

Two Coins

Blue is my favorite color,
And if it weren’t, life surely would not be worth living.
Breakfast is my favorite meal,
As all beginnings are a sign of the end.
I look forward to the day I die,
Although I’d imagine it to be uneventful.
I choose sometimes to do nothing,
Yet I know the activities I do all equate to the same.
Some profess to a darker symptom I have,
And to them I say:
What is life but a symptom of all sorts?
Hope has only lead to doom,
And doom leaves no man untainted.
So leave me be,
Let it lay as it does upon my heart,
And so as I do everyday,
In hopes that you’ll be back.

Open Letters

Standing upon the brink of death
At long last our eyes met
And what I found was simply the reflection of a long lost friend
Eyes tender,
A gentle touch

Not at all the sight I had imagined and pictured from a far Unbearable
Detestable
And yet despite the moments change I found myself pacing
And recalling the moment insanities of my youthful days

I enjoyed doing such and that
Loving yet only finding love withheld
Finding comfort in my baseless insanity
And seeing it met only by the calmer insanity of knowing
I enjoyed doing as I did, if only later I could say I did.
And of course thoughts appear in such a way
Never finding due course to action
And solitude no longer accepts itself under times of redemption

Quickly, I hear a voice of reason A reply, a call
A friend,
Hello:
It all ends, so do as you will and think as you may, but know that if you do, Change will never arrive,
So let fate take hold and guide you still
And realize now, all too late, what’s left your will.