Worth Less Hindsight

Hold.. 

if you can... 

that second ...

you realize

it...is...too...late

where on the other side of 

this (that) instant, 

this (that) discovery

a useless epiphany

the unassailable understanding 

that this is (was) the end game...

Try to savor that broken fork... 

between jump and landing

between thought and action

digit and trigger

spark and tongue...
life and last exhalations ...

beyond the 11th hour

the descent begun

from twinkling to Nova

the last thrashing second...

the last thoughtless decision...

the last careless act...

where one final callously indifferent annoyance...

led to now... 

When you dare to whimper and demand of Karma 

"No but Wait!", 

Will the universe permit time for one last lesson

and allow you to Hold that...

that .... eternity

and ask yourself...

Were the seconds wasted
in judgement...
in hate and petty 'isms... 

worth it? 

Another Shiny Red Ball

Tongue tied
by semantics
history and intentions

It is hard to be a bridge
when both sides are burning...

21st Century Freedom

The media inoculates us against our humanity

feeding us fear

while we starve in the streets

begging for a just rain. 

We embrace immediate gratification while

crying to forgotten gods

of unconditional equanimity

Our lights dimmed

we seek the hollow promise of 

shiny things

while with learned and earnest petitions for "more"

we've lost our way 

and forgotten how to pray

Herded cattle we chew our own bones 

witless and incapable of marveling at the loss of our humanity

Gaily contented with our "freedom" to do so. 

Morphic Resonance

The urge remains to laugh, lean upon, embrace and 

share all things... 

Haunted 

morphic resonance of psychic buttresses 

long since and unfortunately,

corroded, remade, ghostly, insubstantial, rusted and thin;

Shadows cast by absence seem greater, 

perhaps falsely, 

than the matter missed;

and yet,

the Shadows remain, following with velveteen eyes, 

watchful and unseen;

Ever the reminder of holes created by a loss once 

forsworn - impossible.