Everything is Meaningless

A Stroke of Lead --------------------- There once was Was there once wasn’t Metaphorically, of course. Be a good Samaritan Hush your cracked lips Make like a boulder Effectively blocking out The carried sounds of howls Voluptuous, in a way. Creating a median Between life and death- Sliding ever so slightly To the side, making way For past meeting present Only to find itself Amidst a paradox in Which it then pushes Forward to the next Boulder blocking out the Gates of another present life. Life. Like life knew what Life was, when it was Transitioning between stages, Replicating in-between budding Taking on shape when The next wouldn’t let Go. Ah yes, tis this I tell the tale to All looking for the answer. They’ll create a sense Of livelihood from the Bonding of two hydrogen And one oxygen, creating Pure water, becoming this Perfect symmetrical bubble representing youth. A virtue, an age seen As the best of years When we still couldn’t Even do what we wished, Hoping to become but becoming. An action entirely different- Self-reflecting back on this Thing we call life, happiness, And the past. Failing to realize, the Present is presence And living in a paradoxical World will only lead To death.

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February 14th -------------------------- End this aching emptiness God! Will you! God! (Silence) I mean we used to say How much we both meant To the other without thinking Of the consequences (Sobbing) Right hand in my jean jacket; Pulling out washed paper lint The kind you used to pull out (Gusts of wind) Whipped about in a circle Sent in the other direction As a train blurs by. Making up meaningless meanings To people’s faces, The trace of only one image. (Remembering) My scarf frozen stiff by the snow Of some Wisconsin valley I asked, Would you? As you frowned, weeping Beginning to shed in waterfalls The streams froze, glistening The answer was clear As she pulled the paper from her jacket, I saw that too familiar lint It caught my eye in that moment; As my ship sank In that very pond The picture of a child On a black and white Photograph was revealed In tears, He’s not yours.

Arctic Tundra ---------------------------- The oak hardwood floors are coated Moistened with tracks of sneaker outlines Clumps of colorless crystals can be seen From just about every jalousie Looking out, barren wilderness; An arctic tundra. (Trudging) It's too chilly with these blowing gales So I migrated to the innermost corridor Hot chocolate made a tingly feeling As the cup pursed against my lips— Sinking slowly but surely to the floor Around this time of year Is when I search most Whether it be for myself God or something else. Yes, it’s around this season That I find myself without direction. A lust for warm titillation Sleeping longer, waking later in the day Unpleasant dreams are depriving And even if I find the right path It won’t be sufficient enough To keep from straying away again.

A New Day -------------------------- Our sun rises in the sky A mellow yellow radiates Thin slivers enclosed by soupcons of red Fabricating the very orange we spy The message of the shade is change New days indicate new beginnings; For nothing is what it was yesterday— Grass is now glossed with dew Earth has now rotated on its axis Past despairs, past anxieties Chained us down, choked us up A curtain once kept us in the shadows Providing the habitat for the creature Its rays remind us— Not to replay past scenarios Over and over, inside our heads. Recognize the true beauty In the joy, the sunshine That is there for us to harness Our true potential.

Carousel -------------------------- A glowing atmosphere, Shines from the ceiling It complements the teeth As we all smile. Around we go, laughing Making faces at strangers Across from our chariot An aroma of butter— Fills my nose, then my mouth With saliva and with thirst Looking next to me… Your hair thrown about A couple skipped beats later Rising internal temperature— Leaning in without a doubt Both our lips corrugate As the ride comes to a stalling stop Explosions, sparks scatter (Leaning back) Our eyes locked on the others Let’s do it again.

Far away a sound erupts Your eyes widen and look about For you have never heard anything Quite like the sound you hear now What is to made of these strange sounds-- Trumpets that praise the king Strings stroked so softly a baby could sleep Harmonious and yet mesmerizing A cry calls out now You recognize it instantly It was about six months ago Heartbreak made a warm tune Shiver and turn icy Won’t you pull this cold knife Out of your aching chest If not for you, for me.