insignificant destiny

we can breathe new life
into many things

except ourselves

we get our second wind
a spurt of energy

and ultimately die

we prolong the inevitable
as long as we can

but we succumb

the wrinkles and the years
increase in proportion

we visibly age

our minds and our strides
seem to slow

as we climb the mountain of life

time is unforgiving
dispassionate
a bitch

life is too short
for others too long

side by side we stand

until one falls
replaced by another
and another
and another
another another

we're a blip in oblivion
a microscopic speck in the universe

but we live
and should always live

like we belong

somewhere

I am I

destination
unknown
means of conveyance
alone

making sense doesn't make much
sense anymore
so I'll be walking
up the street

I bet you thought I'd rhyme
I usually do it every time
but I let you astray
oh my

but the colors bleed
and they can't be bandaged with love
or kisses or soothing words
infection will spread

and the disease is the means
of conveyance
it's how to get from point "A"
to somewhere between
a rock and
no place special

it's the intravenous drip
of the grandfather clock
declaring when the hour is
digressing
slowly, deliberately
with all the passion one saves
for those moments in life
when everything will be different
those defining instances
when it all comes together

only to be taken away
by a thief
in sheep's clothing
with the wool
pulled over
it's
eyelids droop
and slumber finally comes
and dreams are dreamt
and screams are kept
under lock and key
until the nightmares
are real
and everyday breathes
down your neck
like a fairy
dragon
hungry
angry
gigantic

and we have no place to run
and our legs
turn to rubber
bands
of people try to save us
yet stay away from the danger
because it's the thought that counts
unless your dying

then only living counts

one


two



three



I'm alive


I feel the hot breath
I see the crowds
but they ignore me
I'm not the flavor of the month
except to this
very large angry dragon
dragging on
with all the fury
of a solar flare
disrupting communication
between us and them
the haves
and the have nots
the real
and the imaginary
the hopeful
and the distraught
the fearful
and the brave
the liars
and the pious
the believers
and the realists

the wars rage on
oblivious to the cost
of living
and
dying
I'm dying
to be
by your
side

and

you

the dragon

won't

consume

all of me


but if you must
then do it
take your best
shot
and be done with it
these games are
for fools
and I play to win
a fool by any other name
would still
be
a

loser
in
this
game


with no means of survival
or conveyance
except the ultimate
surrender

I let my spirit go

and place it
in your
delicate hands

to shape
or discard
as you see fit

the clay to your imagination
the medium to your desires

I am pliable
in your hands

I am resilient
I am
I

The last breath

My blog is dying....