The sliver between our open eyes a slice between frames of light that go on and on and on like the water-colored frivolity that supports those old cartoons; bright characters in stark contrast oblivious to the stylistic dysmorphia.
A flash of darkness quickly set aside by the bookends of life a pause so faint as to be forgotten lost in the Kaleidoscope of colors; the years as shapes, tumbling on and on and on again always different, always the same.
The universe moves unchallenged, pufts of turmoil in the vast darkness, and in that turmoil flecks of life – flint sparks quick flashes of light in the darkness an irony like blinking that goes on and on and on.
Let’s not shed tears for the dead. No amount of water will see them grow they rest now comfortably in our memories; living only in the brightest moments and spoken of only fondly. They have no due dates no responsibilities they need only absorb eternity and to be absorbed; embrace their greatest good.
Let’s not shed tears for the dead. They will be more than we could see more places than we will see within and beyond this humble earth a line without end confined only by the scope of time and the nothing that came before it to briefly play with life and die.
Let’s not shed tears for the dead. The horrors are only for the living. That tragic awareness a font of possibilities crashing against clumsy hands like an ocean seen from a prison window; the air oppressively humid, a square of light, projected against a locked door framing countless specks of mist that float away – freely.
Let’s not shed tears for the dead; only the living can experience loss.
What ends will begin again the distant observer reminds me hidden in shadow their eyes reaching out with their own light metal things – sharp like ice seeing me fully; where presence, thought, and action coincide all the moments in between.
A brutal transparency that turns the veins to stonework.
We lock eyes over long, each of us throttled by the others gaze only one of us haunted by it, until the day ends and a new one begins.
In the morning
I will wake to see myself staring once again eager, but patient to take my place to see through these eyes rather than the emotionless space.
After a time the road hides behind errant thoughts an oasis of purpose beyond the skyline just past the formless landscape in which I am caught anxious sand etching the mind where they are confined somewhere a destination waits for my return decades away, or two hundred twelve miles by the sign.
Though the same vowels and numbers and stories were taught the language we speak will never again align casualties to the war of innocence still fought despite knowing that both sides had long since resigned. In the ashes of conflict, fragmented, I yearn to take all those hardships and render them benign.
Find hands hidden in darkness to clasp tightly fingers collaborating on a rhythm Forgotten forms awake shining brightly forging ahead with their own algorithm forced to light all these things we find unsightly fracturing the spectrum as would a prism folding luminosity impolitely founding between the light and dark a schism.
“Are you broken?” one will ask filled with concern advancing further in the fragmentation abstractions of color all they can discern “Adventures are journeys with cracked foundations ardent intentions will find intent returned.” Approaching closer they refuse cessation accepting each other as a lesson learned and ascending to their annihilation.
One should always communicate honestly One should always be humble One should always treat others with respect One should always act with passion One should always be thorough
Pursue love with intentions that are thoughtful Give what you request of love with respect Let love given find you humbled Bind your love tightly with honesty Let the love you share be thorough Fill the spaces between with passion.
Should you serve as a mentor, be humble Provide guidance and feedback honestly Gift your knowledge as well as your passion and when you do, ensure you are thorough Embrace all criticism thoughtfully Find growth in the soil of mutual respect.
Find success hidden amongst your passions Tackle all your tasks thoroughly Your best attribute is honesty Accept your greatest success humbly Share the fruits of your labor respectfully Look on to your next venture thoughtfully.
As you get older, live your life thoroughly Discover treasures in your buried passions Adopt the changing world thoughtfully Overcome challenges respectfully Let mornings and sunsets keep you humble Reflect on how you evolved honestly.
Remember to treat your death with respect Enjoy your history thoughtfully Prepare those that you love thoroughly Express your death as life lived passionately Enjoy the end in its honesty Die with a life that leaves others humbled.
Love yourself with humble honesty Love others with thoughtful passion Love life thoroughly and with respect.
Grow Gray With Me 