Ah, her laughter known to many
Though they know not what it is
to hear it by the innocent suitor
Happiness never known before
...
if We all live the same,
and We all fight the same,
...
From my Mother,
In her womb, life received.
In her arms, life nourished.
In her words, life named.
...
I lay my head in my hands,
just for a few minutes of rest.
My eyes close and my breathing becomes heavy,
only to realize that the crushing scent of Lysol overwhelms my senses.
...
Life is so often thought of like an object,
existing like a chair or an oven
until death comes by and removes it,
whisking it away, the inexorable thief in the night.
...
A father playing with his son, making
a mother smile while she sifts through clothes.
The child needs a haircut, but couldn't
spare a thought more. He'll have one Friday.
...
Watching snow flakes dance to the Earth below,
I realize that they are nothing but my dreams of old.
I knew once that by this time next year, by noon tomorrow, by the time I turn...
Now I know there is naught but seconds, lest one more flake will fall,
...
To live in this lifetime, the mind must be free.
Knowledge is the Abyss.
The schedule is writ, the day moves on a stop watch.
My books were filled even before I could talk.
...
Excitement and joy turned
To flame of the heart and mind.
The curtain fell, withered in the heat.
Curling into ash and air;
...