A Quiet Mind

A quiet mind
Nothing to say
No opinions
No stories
A terrible waste
It is an unfortunate state
It is the price
However
For a quiet mind

Bugs

Just a few bugs to work through
Or so I thought
The persistence of one
You know the one
Nags at me
A high pitched buzz in my ear
An itch on my back
Where I cannot reach
Throwing chaos one wrench at a time
Slap yourself
A futile gesture
The bugs will remain
At least though
It's only a few
Just a small few

If

If I follow this prompt
I might not skip today
If my coffee is ready soon
The words that appear on this
Page might be worth reading
If I can stay awake
The things that need to
Get Done
Might finally get done (but probably not)
If I can gather the remnants
Of a once promising life
Into a cohesive being of
Energy and Light
Facing the world with strength and power
If I had more words...

Nearing the End

Today he thinks I am his brother
Or his uncle, dead for 30 years
He ate some food
Though I can see in his eyes
How exhausting it is to survive

Tomorrow he may know who I am
Or his sister
Or his wife
Or none of us
He may eat a little soup
To remain alive one more day

Time

I'll be young forever
Twenty five is too old
Impatient to strike out
In the world
To do everything
And nothing
Fall in love
At least for a little while

And ten years go by

No longer young
Thirty is not what I thought
Not old yet
Still time to do
Everything I haven't started
No longer in love
Not sure how it happened
Why it took so long to die

And ten years go by

Everyone my age has gotten old
Forty five is too young
I am alone
Up to nothing
Because nothing matters
There is no way to do
Everything I want
Eleven years is too much
Everything is too fast

And ten years go by

Memory

The magic entailed
In reliving our time
Alone together
Comes with it
The other side of the memory

The magic involved
Brings with it
The pain of the end
The world come undone
From one side to the next

The magic indeed
Is that everything ends
To enter the memory you must leave
The beginning must seem
Almost worth the end

Pacific

Standing on the beach
Feeling the water on her toes
The salt in the air
Stinging her eyes with tears
It was all her life
Leading to this moment
Feeling overcome by
The infinity of the ocean
Her face told the story
10,000 years of war and peace
Her heart an enclave
Almost safe from the turmoil

I am trapt within my fascination
Pure beauty and strength
Are what I see
As she stands guard
One more night
Against the tide

Congregation

A congregation now vacant
Gathers to hang on his words
To worship his voice
Consume his lies
Dedicated to all who
Believed in his wisdom

He plays to the assembled crowd
His voice rising
To greet the back
To sway the front
As blind eyes gaze upon
The misdirection

Those days have come
Those days have gone
Dust is all that remains
His voice now hollow
His hands limp by his sides
The mask hiding his defeat askew