Oh Night...

I never 


tire of 


you 


my dear


heart.

After complete heartbreak and devastation
a strange calmness overtakes you as you
realize you are still breathing.

On Love - A Poem (of sorts)

1)   It starts out with a conscious choice to forget.

After a few days you realize it is a fairly useless

act. At that point you can embrace the emotions

and memories that have weighed the spirit down 

or continue to shun them and risk further turmoil

in yourself. The heart and mind know the high 

cost these feelings and memories can exert on the

present. In the interest of self-preservation you'll

come to a moment of balance, a peace that you 

struggled against until finally relenting. 

2)   It is often hard for me to follow my own advice.

There are faces I see in familiar places that haunt me

still. 

3)   Love: we crave it deeply and when we feel it 

missing from our lives lament its absence and vow 

anything to gain its return.

4)   To know love even for a brief moment is enough

sometimes to continue onward. Safe in the knowledge 

such a wondrous thing came to be for such a brief

instant.

5)   The loss of love can be one of the events in life 

that can reshape the course of ones existence. The same

holds true for its finding.

6)   It is possible to live without love though almost all

of us would prefer not to. 

7)   We are far more interdependently connected than

we can admit or see.

8)   Hearts burn in both absence and unrequited desire.

9)   Love can be found even in the attempts we make to

created a needed distance.

10)  Whether or not one subscribes to the idea of religion

and the world of the unseen and beyond, Love would be

enough in itself to justify our existence in this world.

one liners on a negative slope

all the love we hope to find

just another state of being

finding nothing in the emptiness...no surprise.

sabotage yourself again

a spiral without end

a heart without hope

where history ends

the blackened coals of failure

of ends and collapses

the breeding of insincerity

the failures of everyone you know

quiet thoughts in loud places

The End of Memory
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meaning is not inherent in the words we use.

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thoughts are fragments revealing a larger whole.

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A Plethora of Single Fragment Thoughts For Ease of Consumption Without A Narrative Voice

a statue never ages.

making sense of coincidence.

chance? not likely.

broken faces heal painfully.

degrees of love can become separation.

there is no love here.

the night torn with our faults.

the ache that dulls the pain of boredom.

always waiting for someone? why?

proactive measures to inactive problems.

habit is both virtue and vice.

we fail when our success becomes too great.

are you too beautiful for my own good?

free association word rally meeting in the square.

enough to survive but not enough to live.

a choke hold like a hug.

time wasted, time wastes itself.

the precious hours, diamonds thrown away to carelessness.

your heart a vile and contemptuous thing.

if we were honest in our intents we would never get anywhere.

our great moral failings  are failings of self-control.

don't believe in love.

lust only lies.

2 + 2 = whatever we want it to be.

rules are suggestions applicable the majority of the time.

consequences are the end results of adherence or observation of rules.

There is only then.

We are all actors in our own lives.

Masks are as simple as the expression on your face.

The soul etches itself into the face.

Something Einstein Said...

"the distinction between past, present and future is only a stubbornly persistent illusion."