temporal beings in a temporal world in an endless cycle

this space, this time
we all belong
to a very specific
time and place
in history
as well as
within
each others
lives.
we occupy
that space
in the only way
we know how:
by living in it.
but in time
all this
shall pass.

french woman at an italian deli
you were
an older
french woman
whom i met
in an italian
delicatessen.
you had a teenage
son in high school
at my alma mater.
all i could think of
the time we spoke
was how gorgeous
you were and what
i wouldn't have done
to posses you then.


perhaps i am finally running out of space
after all this time
of having too much.

one thing that i have noticed as i have gotten older is how certain behaviors in people
never change. the more they should change the more they stay the same.

who am i to judge your happiness?
who are you to judge mine?

there is no such thing as a right path.
each one taken is a needed one
in order to get
to the next unknown space
in this life.

more and more
this is becoming a workshop
for my mind
my hands
my heart
to let the things out
that have no voice
in any other capacity
in my life.

the difference between the madmen who lead
and the madmen we jail
is that one leads public opinion
while the other
is incarcerated by it.

beauty can illustrate
the hope of the divine
while ugliness
can be
its very honest
retort.

late nights become early mornings all too easily.