Photo Albums
I stare at the smiles
on plastered faces
thinking of the conversation
that lead to sparkling eyes
in a captured moment
I wonder where those
good times went
I wish I could jump back
into a photo of memory
to live in that instant
forever
but this time
the laughter will last more
than a camera flash
without effort or performance.
Eternal
In life we were always three.
Daughter, Mother, Grandmother see?
Our love for each other runs deep.
Even Death could not apart us keep.
When at night I lay me down to sleep,
That's when my mother I chance to see.
She takes me shopping just like we used to do
only now she brings me a message or two.
My Grandmother also visits in my dreams
It is easier to communicate this way it seems.
I'm at her house,
she always has some wisdom to pass on
to me or my spouse.
I always feel their love when I'm with them,
When I wake up I am happy and content
these were dreams well spent.
Love is the tie that binds.
When you have this strong a family tie,
It stays in your heart, soul, your mind
even Death cannot change those designs.
Soulmates are forever,
a flame that burns for the other.
Love is all enduring, all encompassing
Eternal.
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Prologue
I was told that greatest warriors of the realm are not afraid of anything. Not of the drought nor the flood, not the of evil that lurks, not even the ghosts. But were they afraid of dying?
The answer was NO.
Do you ask why? Well it's simple really. They were not afraid of dying because they knew they would come back.
All the enemy you slayed. All the men you put to grave. Each and everyone came back. They were unstoppable. They were mindless and reckless. They were not harmed by the swords.
How do you kill the dead?
I wish I had the answer. I could really use it now. Standing in front of a dead man, shielding my face from his nasty teeth. His smelly breath and rotting flesh making me want to puke. No one there to help me. No one to answer my question.
So could you be kind enough to tell me...
How do you kill the dead?
Nous Sommes
We are
The desperate leftovers
Clinching at fragments of the night
Essential belongings casually misplaced
Strewn all about the Northern suburbs
In chaotic moments, bare and humble
We are
Indulgingly the world’s greatest critics
Inevitably our own undoers
Yet endlessly satisfied with petty reflections
Of those who passed through, without malice or intrude
We are the shreds of screaming life
Teeming with unsubstantiated attitude
The essence of ignorant youth
Half dead and far less than half enlightened
In a place of neutral existence
We are
Embracing the carelessly placed flames
With vague shrouds of notions of safety
We are the pieces that the night threw away
Wandering aimlessly
Navigating through lost without handles
Misplaced limbs - a possible cause for confusion
We are
Experiencing vague notions of romance
Chosen to fall witness to this sunrise sky so red and orange
The heavens are on fire and well alive with indiscriminate whispers of god
We are
Slaved to those neurotransmitters residual
In the haze of an ether of a dream of a lunge
And then of someone else’s dream again and again
Endlessly, perpetually, falling away from our right minded occupational habits
We are
On the verge of inescapable collapsation
Simultaneously indestructible, essentially complete
Yet irresistibly fragile - all the while and twice more
We are relentlessly charging forward to hopeful and virgin territories
We are on the precipice of knowing
We are chasing those moments of perfection
With the passion of infinity
We are
The Truth About the World, and Everything Else Humanity has Forgotten
i. genesis begins with a whisper,
a mutter no one is alive to hear
yet everyone pretends to understand anyway. there is truth in the inception of
the universe: that death does not
overlook, and that the world
continues to spin regardless.
ii. infinity is incomprehensible,
the expanse of space a graveyard
of failed missions to understand
it. the human mind is not capable
of grasping how small our kind
is compared to everything that
lies beyond. what can be gained
does not equal what can be
lost, because we can lose everything
and our mother and the loss
will still be endless.
iii. immortality is a myth to
explain mortality, just as
absolute power is paradoxical.
the inevitability of the end is
the only reason we want to avoid it.
the days blink by like
lightning, a millisecond to Gaea's
eternity, and our eternity is wasted
when we try to live forever.
we fail, and time marches.
iv. deliverance is one part
liberation and three parts too late.
illusions come when we least
expect them, our dreams are
only what we want them to show us,
and even salvation cannot
free us from greed. (freedom
from pain does not equal freedom from suffering.)
everyone is starving for something,
and it does not have to be food.
v. every exodus comes with
sacrifice. every revelation leaves
a body burning, every funeral
leaves another dead in the wake.
everyone leaves with the intention
of never returning, and half of
us keep our promises.
we keep walking, and see nothing.
we keep walking.
vi. the earth revolves around
the sun, the moon revolves
around the earth, and we
revolve around ourselves.
so does everyone else.
(this is the reason for destruction,
the reason we trick ourselves
into believing we deserve more
because we are better, when
really, we have always been the same.
death is equal,
death is predetermined,
and we already
cease to breathe.)