#poetry - "In the Year of Our Lord" #NewYearsEve

"In the Year of Our Lord"

Another year, Old Man
Another year, Young Lady.
Do I see your baldness showing,
Do I see your hair its graying.
Now I see your head with Wisdom,
Curved with thought and shining,
Now I see the youth of old bannering
And how the years are flying.

Teaspoon mirrors---now look,
they bow and bend,
Riddles rused us once, 
oh ha-ha! but now we mend,
And in this year, in this long year,
Death's Age we shall end
And moving thus, will have no fear
For from this open cage we shall send

Our Soul
   on to the infinite Joy
And there it shall go
   on to the infinite Joy
To where only Who knows,
   on to the infinite Joy,
What was once ebb, is now flow,
   and on to the infinite Joy
                     We go!!!

#Art - The Tunnels of Light

Ink on Paper

Ink on Paper

#Art - Tree of Life

Ink on Paper

#poetry - unto its ghosts

the rooms are full of ghosts
clawing over themselves
to be reborn in the moments
and remember again
what it senses like through
the window of this world

the moments do not care for ghosts
who will forever claw
but will only shortly live
and will mostly be forgotten
the sensory enjoyed by others
mostly knowing only this world

the others have made way
to spin mirrors and shine themselves
on in all directions and for
as long as the mirrors spin
the others control the particles
and will not render this world

unto its ghosts

i walk in circles

yes, dad, i walk in circles.
i walk in circles, i talk in circles
because i think in circles.

circles, like lines, are just a series of dots.
the dots, like my thoughts,
recognize the gravity of the subject.

the gravity of the subject is great
and pulls my thoughts to the center
and forms a sphere.

the center of my circles
is the center of my universe
outward this universe tries to grow.

but always there is the center
always i can look to the center
of my universe when i walk in circles.

i do not buy in to the afterlife.
when i try to remember before life,
i come back with void.

before this life, there was nothing of me,
it follows, better than afterlife,
that after life there is void again.

you were alive, dad, but now you are dead.
when i walk in circles, you live again,
and better to be now, than in some afterlife.

so i will walk in circles as long as i can.
i will talk in circles and think in circles.
and one day, i will know what you know now.

until then, there is only the center of my sphere,
and my before life amnesia
and my after life hopelessness.