Mortality

I wake up, looked at my hands and I see wrinkles.  I stand in front of the mirror and see the black rings around my eyes.  My cheeks drooped as if tiny weights collected over the years hung from them and my smile no longer holds the radiance it once did.  Today I was reminded of my mortality.

"Hit of Miss" by Odetta

End of the World?

The "world" doesn't end in an instant it's a slow grueling process and it will hit us when we least expect, so who's to say it hadn't already started.  Look at the worlds current state; polluting of the environment, shootings, and even having callousness towards these kinds of issues.  I would say the "world" may have ended a long time ago.

Sometimes to recreate yourself and reach higher...

... you have to destroy yourself.  You cannot overlap the layers because the rotting ones will be at the bottom, then you have achieved nothing at all.  I hope when the time of such dilemma is presented to me I have the courage to choose the option of progress and not the option of stagnancy.  And then have the tenacity to achieve higher and meet the friends that have already continued the journey there.  

Musicians Block

"Music should strike fire from the heart of man, and bring tears from the eyes of woman."
-Ludwig van Beethoven

I needed some inspiration because my heart had forgotten how to sing.  I wait til it finds it's voice again.

Afternoon of Halloween

Bugs...

I do hate bugs.

I hate the one that stinks and you know which bug is stinking the place.

I hate the ones that crawl on their bellies coming right under you.

I hate the ones that fly thinking they own the sky.



Sometimes I feel tempted to pluck their wings and let them roast over the fire.

Watch their exoskeletons turn over and crisp.

Their insides burst from the side of their bellies, boiling.

Or maybe throw them in a lake of ice.

They'll feel daggers all over their body slowly inching towards their core.

If they had lungs, maybe bugs don't have lungs and a heart, every time they inhaled they would feel needles bumping all over their lung walls.



I hate bugs