men are meant to break, and so we break them, a practice crossing time, and place, and caste; men are meant to die, and so we kill them, they're built for moments, violence, not to last boys are born destructive, angry, reckless, and this we can exploit, increasing yields -- men are meant to break, and so we break them, on streets, in jails, at jobs, on battlefields
there is a walk we all must take
although the time be yet unknown,
besides the luminescent sea;
a place we all must walk alone
as chilly turns the living soul
into the place the story ends —
the family we leave behind,
the tales, the struggles, and the friends
who look for us, but cannot find.
the loss that is a piercing-through,
the one too many gone that makes
us wish that we were going
too
Here is the end of all of this:
most of us, one day,
will lie in a room where the shadows grow,
with memories crowded out by pain,
knowing, only then,
why we lit so many fires…
Just to keep these very shadows at bay.
Days we spend as interlocking cubes,
silver and shiny, neat and trim,
lost in the patterns of our illusions,
pushing chaos beneath the surface;
but look — down a hall you’ve already walked,
there’s a bed and pillow you’re going to use…
And you’ll be joined to all the people who used it before
Welcome, love, it’s time to see
The price of our mortality
The fare we pay to take this ride
Where every comfort is supplied
To lead us to believe a lie
We’ll live this life, and never die
From birth to life, and life to death
We breathe but just a single breath
In time unsullied, lost in space
To run continually in place
And sometimes see a glimpse above
And say, in pausing – “Welcome, love.”
there comes a day we have to yield,
where there’s no controvery —
when wind will blow and we must bow,
for winter knows
no mercy
Behold, the darkness always comes:
Predictable as your next breath,
A radio plays far away,
And strangers move through shadows —
An orange slice, a child’s tears,
The beating of forgotten drums:
Another hour started light,
Behold: the darkness always
Comes
“I was you, you will be me”
That’s what the gravestone said —
Though it’s been many years, I cannot
Get it from my head
Although to know is… commonplace,
The fact we all must die —
It’s more just knowing, I am him,
And he
was I
Within the weeds, we’re mostly found,
One day to rise above, we yearn —
And yet, we stay close to the ground,
For to the ground
We all
Return
Lonely Cadillac
Abandoned
Luxury’s sure death
Once a regal car
Driven proud
A gift, now, to Time
