Final Scarcity

My old memories will be of little use to you in your search for water.
Even now, after all these years, it's still hard for me to fathom how far
we have fallen in my life. Water was so plentiful as to be absurd. You
could open a faucet in your home and it would pour right out, as if that
is how things had always been in human history. We would buy plastic
bottles filled with water, we'd fill portable containers with it, we would
bathe in it any time we felt the urge to be clean. It was always there
until it wasn't. Everything fell into chaos once supplies became scarce.
There was so much suffering and death. To die of thirst is the most
excruciating sort of death. Men, women, children, all condemned to die
due to lack of a basic need. The rich and powerful gloated for some
time until their stores began to run dry. In the end, their wealth and
power were nothing without water. It was then that what little remained
of civilization collapsed. Now, water is life. Water is more valuable
than diamonds, gold, or oil, ever were. This world is bathed in thirst.
Some say our world is dying. I say that it is not. We are dying. The
world will be fine once it has rid itself of us. Perhaps that has been the
plan all along. Soon there will be none like me left who remember
the old world and the hubris of our decadence. Only those born in this
time of endless thirst will remain, and the old world will be reduced
to stories and fairy tales that will scarcely be believed. What ever did
we do to deserve such a fleeting paradise? Even my memory has begun
to fail me. I wonder at times how much of the past was ever real.
All of it, I think. Then doubt is cast. We could never have been so
foolish. Yet, foolishness is always in overabundance. I grow tired.
I want to close these old eyes and dream of water flowing over my
body without any thought of it ever eliding into scarcity.

Sangre y Tierra

Laying in a hammock at night

listening to the stillness of evening

in a rural Mexican town

Heat of day fading

Grandparents asleep

Aunts Uncles Cousins gone home

for the evening

Alone in the room where 

they slept and played as children

A light to keep the darkness at bay

Leonard Cohen singing in my ears

as he picks at his guitar

My life waiting for me at home

Yet this life here 

separate 

and necessary 

to my survival

to find a way forward 

by looking backwards

to where two lives met

and gave life to mine

Speak

Speak of the future

as though you have met

and made plans

for tomorrow

When today has lapsed

into tomorrow

what will be of those plans

Speak as though 

everything is not mutable

Speak as though

we are not all looking

towards the same sunset

where is the future

it is no place we can go

always here and now

Present and Afterwards

What will be remembered 
once all memory has been exhausted
Will it be anything worth holding on to

Grow up and be a better man
Leave the bitterness in the past
Free yourself

behind / in front

quantify the years until numbers
become meaningless
all of time sits behind 
and in front of us
this moment glowing in amber

Cottage

Is it too late or too soon
to live out our fantasy

Beachside cottage alone
and together

Send out tendrils of hope
purely from habit

Close your eyes as my
hand strokes your hair

Everything confirmed
to dead memory

Sparks emerge from
time to time

Brief signs that some
life still within

When I hear the voice
of the Ocean

I wonder if you can
hear it too

clearing

paths emerge from the clearing
standing still in contemplation
to walk into the shaded unknown
boldness of heart and will 
acceptance of chance 
able to adapt 
the unknown always
presents itself

The Future is No Future at All

Scattered Thoughts All Gathered Together (evening - 6/4/16)

Interpretations of Reality

Create the world you wish through selective perception

Change and Realignment

Consciousness moving through an eternal present of possibility

Beauty as a sign of temporary attraction

What is everlasting?

The Business of Life & Loss

How to Move On Without Ever Letting Go

How quickly we move from disappointment to acceptance.

These late nights move through us
as we move through them

Memories of distant possibilities are nothing more
than snow melting in the noon time sun.

Better to let some memories gather dust.

we were done and
that was it
and that was that

My back is nothing more than
bone and flesh
and can be broken
far more easily
than I care to admit

What is fit to be buried and what
is fit to be kept?

Desire and Reason rarely have anything in common.

I need some silence to balance out all the noise in my life.

No reason to be awake
yet you cannot fall asleep
so you stay up until
the night takes you

One must look past mere physical beauty to find substance

Enraptured by her beauty
I became a slave to an ideal
that no one else could
ever hope to match

Can we ever find the beach that has no end?

When all you want to do is talk
and the night is late
and the glass is empty
but everyone else is gone
or asleep
so you sit alone
and hope the words
will find you

I would have loved you if
you ever gave me the chance

Only the dead are free.

Like the silence that stretches across the desert at midnight.

The restlessness of the soul.

Let the page feed your spirit.

We let each other go as gently
as a breathe being exhaled.

Broken Teeth and Bloody Tongues

The Overlap of Dreams

Sueno pero recuerdo
lo que tuve recordar

Shadows that exist only at night.

There was never anything to hold onto
but we clung to another
as though nothing could tear us apart

My broken bones
cannot be reset
I grow together
fractured and imperfect

The illusion of choice
The choice of illusion

These lonely nights of worry
Where are you right now
Don't worry
I'm just here trying to breathe

What happens to a society
When you remove it's future?

On Promises

The past has been built on broken promises
must the future suffer the same fate?

Future Past Lives

The Future

I blew out a stream

of cigarette smoke

into the bar

as a fly

flew into it.

I have faith

in whatever

needs to happen

next.

Just Calm Down!

Calm the beating
in your chest

I know you're anxious
about the message

you just wrote
it's only words

what's the harm?
they could change

and challenge you if
they were to come true

why worry
why let your chest race

from the inside
it's locked into place

varying tempos
thoughts

are running through
making you dream

breath in deeply
calmly

what is there to worry
about anyway?

Technology is the umbilical 

noose that will kill us all.

Promise

What kind of promise is it?
A promise to yourself?
A promise to the future?
Is it a promise worth keeping?
When we say PROMISE
do we mean to say
the potential within
or to an action
 in future tense?
It is important to clarify
as surely it will 
come up again.
I promise.

Filing A Report (An Excerpt)

Towards the end of human existence on earth

mankind had developed many specialized structures

in which to congregate for various predetermined

purposes. 

Some of the more common structures were rectangular

in shape or square. 

Though it was possible for individual human beings

to exist in solitude the vast majority found it 

exponentially more beneficial to live communities

of varying sizes. 

Some of the structures they would inhabit were 

large rooms that held rows of chairs for seating.

These seats were all pointed to the same direction,

a blank wall or screen. They would typically 

gather in these structures for the expressed purpose

of watching a series of images and sounds shown

in a sequential order. Why they chose to do so

is widely speculated upon because of our 

understanding of time and its illusory nature.

Humanity would gather in other buildings of a similar

nature that varied in having seating or an open

area in which they would gather. Much like the

previously mentioned structure the seats or 

empty space was situated in a way to guide

their attention to an area that was usually elevated

and was filled with other members of their species.

The members of their species would engage in 

various manner of entertainment for the delight

of those who had gathered. They would sing

or play musical instruments that produced

pleasing sounds or rhythms, very often these

sounds were amplified so as to be heard by 

all those gathered. other times the humans who 

were performing would act out scenes of fictional

situations in order to elicit emotional responses

such as sympathy or delight if something was

humorous. 

The Future Is Stupid

ERASE

your notions 

having to do with 

PAST PRESENT FUTURE

the experiences they seek to represent

fall short of what reality is as it occurs in the

moment imagine time as words spilling out into 

the universe creating every possible thought and sentence

all at once appearing as chaos floating in the ether