Monday, February 9, 2009

ouch twice


Sep 2, 2009
rejected by prospective and uninvited by the present
i am beginning to find myself a bit crazy, a feeling i resent

perhaps i best scratch it all and board a train to opportunity
there is a bright horizon ahead which i can nearly see

an escape, a voyage, a journey into the adventures of romance new
a reason to start over and a different sort of view

to stretch my winds and feel a fervor that seemingly has died
a new pattern new prospective that i have not yet tried

with quill and ink pot tucked into my pack of wander grand
from this I must move forward, i take my own sweet stand

Friday, February 6, 2009

A purpose


Feb 6, 2009

I am wholly weak yet entirely strong. This body which has carried me to such grand adventures and fails at its most basic task of survival, is my only vessel. I must honor its purpose.
 
A ticking clock with no clear leap forward in the omniscient future, each movement of my second hand counts. I do not wait every day for it to fail, yet it is inevitable.
 
I am immune, automatically, to those fears of longevity that plague my preceding generation as they watch their parents age painfully. I am never afraid of mortality only it's lack of immediacy. There will be no fiery crash in my future, instead a different pattern of descent.
 
I am present in my opportunity to rise and shine at this very moment while fearful of its requisition. Emboldened by power of each sunrise, a day must not simply be another day. It is too precious a journey to ignore. A temporary life offers but a fleeting chance to make the difference to achieve infinite vitality.

11:16 PM