Stone's Inaudible Hymn

 (DRAFT)

Born of fire and baptized by water

we have all been impacted, driven, shaped and remade by time.

The elements, our parents

coupled with gravity and star dust

from whose essence we were born

along with an infinitesimal ounce of intent

give rise to the depth of our story

stoic sentinels

witnesses to the rhythm and rhyme of time's discourse

Wind sings through our bones

giving us voice to sing

for those with ears to listen.

Regardless of our shape, size or man's 

wanton desecrations and intent

we remain eternal.

I Dreamt You Were Coming Home, Then I Forgot Where I Lived

 

I dreamt you were coming  home

Then I forgot where I lived. 

Caught in a firmament of 

crumbling bricks

and molded bread,

I sought my path

as I would a tail,

chasing myself in circles,

frustrated at a formerly known destination

that won't stand still

hoping instead

that someone will find me

in this labyrinth of skin and dirty laundry. 

Short Matches Burn Brightest

Brightly they burned

because they doubted the future

they danced and sang

spent and wept

for the dreams they ignored

in favor of the assured myth of "now".

A Clusterfuck of Egos

Clawing and scratching for dominance and attention

when neither are applicable or warranted

unevolved beasts pound their chests

insisting on THEIR way, THEIR wants, THEIR desires

above all else.

In a world ripe with such characters

is it a wonder why we are failing

so spectacularly?