Brother

 In the tapestry of life, a thread pulled too soon,

A haunting melody, a heart-wrenching tune,

Through the twists and turns of fate's cruel design,

Lies the tale of Keith, a life intertwined.

In the corridors of memory, whispers remain,

Of a brother's love that knew no bound or chain,

His spirit, vibrant, like a flame ablaze,

But consumed by darkness in sorrow's haze.

Keith, a soul untamed, now forever missed,

A bond unbreakable, forever on the list,

The bitter sorrow, the questions unresolved,

In the echoes of your absence, our hearts dissolved.

Like a sweet breeze rising, he soared above the rest,

With dreams in his eyes and a fire in his chest,

But the grip of heroin, a treacherous vice,

Took hold of his dreams, his hopes sacrificed.

Keith, a soul untamed, now forever missed,

A bond unbreakable, forever on the list,

The bitter sorrow, the questions unresolved,

In the echoes of your absence, our hearts dissolved.

Oh, the pain that accompanies such a loss,

The shattered dreams, the unbearable cross,

Yet amidst the darkness, a flicker of light,

Memories cherished, his spirit shining bright.

In the depths of despair, he fought a silent war,

His battle with demons we couldn't ignore,

Oh, how we longed to save him from his plight,

To rewrite the ending, to make things right.

Keith, a soul untamed, now forever missed,

A bond unbreakable, forever on the list,

The bitter sorrow, the questions unresolved,

In the echoes of your absence, our hearts dissolved.

As we mourn the loss of a brother so dear,

Let the love we shared forever persevere,

May your spirit find solace, may your soul find peace,

In the realm beyond, where all sorrows cease.

Though these words can't heal the pain you bear,

Know that my brother's memory, we'll always share,

May his story remind us of the battles fought,

And the urgency to heal, lessons to be taught.

Crossing the line

In the realm of rhymes, where words collide,

A tale of friends, lost in the drug's deadly tide,

Hear my voice, raw and unchained,

Expressing the pain, the sorrow unrestrained.

In this poetic canvas, let the story unfold,

Of friendship shattered, hearts left cold,

Where pills and potions led them astray,

Leaving behind a void that won't fade away.

In the city streets where dreams were made,

Friends bonded tight, but darkness would invade,

The allure of drugs, a devil's game,

Dancing with danger, fanning the flame.

Their laughter once echoed, filled the air,

But addiction's grip proved too much to bear,

Through tattered lens, their stories unfold,

The pain, the struggle, the truths untold.

Friends lost in the shadows, consumed by the night,

Their  words, their legacy, taking flight,

Their memory alive, through each lyric and rhyme,

A reminder of the cost of crossing that line.

Hear my voice voice, fierce and bold,

Shattering stigma, the stories untold,

A beacon of truth, shedding light on the strife,

Reminding us all of the preciousness of life.

Through the verses, their voices rise,

Their pain, their struggle, laid bare in their eyes,

Our words, a cathartic release,

A tribute to the fallen, offering peace.

Friends lost in the shadows, consumed by the night,

Their words, their legacy, taking flight,

Their memory alive, through each lyric and rhyme,

A reminder of the cost of crossing that line.

Tragic stride

 In shadows deep, where sorrow resides,

A tale of friendship's tragic tides,

Where dreams were shattered, hopes did fall,

Lies the haunting echoes of a painful call.

Within a circle, once bound by glee,

Lived friends entangled in destiny,

But amidst their laughter, darkness grew,

A venomous seed that slowly slew.

Like sirens' whispers, drugs enticed,

Wrapped in deceit, their souls entwiced,

They danced with danger, took a fatal ride,

Lost in the currents of a lethal tide.

One by one, they faded away,

Their spirits swallowed by the night's dismay,

Silent screams echoed, unheard and feared,

As the veil of addiction gradually neared.

Oh, the memories, like fragile flowers,

Withered and wilted in their final hours,

The laughter silenced, replaced by tears,

Filling the void left by their absence, dear.

We mourn the souls that couldn't be saved,

Their vibrant spirits forever engraved,

In our hearts, they forever reside,

Lessons learned from their tragic stride.

Let us be beacons of hope and light,

To guide those lost through the darkest night,

May their untimely end be our call,

To prevent the rise of another fall.

In remembrance of friends gone too soon,

Bound by love, even 'neath death's cruel moon,

Their legacy etched in our souls' deep creases,

Guiding us towards healing, love, and peace.

Here still

 In a land where friendships bloom,

Where laughter fills each sunny room,

There lived a group of pals so dear,

Whose love for one another was clear.

They roamed the fields with hearts so free,

Their spirits danced like leaves on a tree,

But as they journeyed through life's maze,

They faced unforeseen and darker days.

One by one, like whispers on the wind,

Some friends succumbed to troubles within,

Their paths took them to a treacherous place,

Where shadows cast a haunting embrace.

No longer did their laughter ring,

Only echoes of memories could they bring,

Their absence left a void so vast,

A reminder of the friendships that didn't last.

We wept for those we couldn't save,

Their lives extinguished like a fleeting wave,

But in their memory, we held them close,

A reminder of the love we chose.

Let's learn from this, my dear friend,

To reach out when others descend,

For through the pain and bitter cost,

We must protect the ones we've lost.

This is a sad and repetitive tale,

There spirits lingers in these verses we hail,

So let us cherish those still here,

And hold their hands, dispelling fear.

Rock in my chest

 I wake up again with a frog in my throat 

Shortness of breath 

And a rock in my chest  

Hoping that I will stay afloat 

This will not be my death 

There’s no time to rest 

For I can feel it weight pulling me down  

Struggling to stay

Striving for the sun  

A light smile turned to a heavy frown.

Yet another day 

Exhausted from this run.

Life has not been easy that is for sure

Striving forever ahead 

Trying my best 

It can be difficult to be secure 

Hanging by a thread 

With this rock in my chest. 

September reflection

 This trip has given me much time of selfreflection. To visualize my forever longing for immortality. To realize that it has been satiated temporarily by my productions. In a way that is unsustainable.  

     When does one find satisfaction? When will I? Have you? We are told of the world is our oyster, slimy, raw living creature that slips down the back of your throat. An aphrodisiac. My insatiable desires keeps me moving forward, my depression my muse, the monster constantly biting at my tail. Move, move, move it says. In fear of stagnation turning me to concrete. A slow process as my moist body becomes encompassed by stabbing crystals. move, move, move, you can do better. I hear it whispering into my ear as it grasps the back of my neck claws piercing. 

     Life is short, and I can see my mortality on my face. The years are passing, am I where I wanted to be at this age? Am I my most perfect self? What does that even mean?

     I feel like Jonathan Livingston Seagull, forever seeking perfect flight, when will I be satisfied? When I learn to fly beyond space, time, life? The best parts of myself come out when I’m teaching others. So I forever surround myself with youth. However this can be a double edge sword. For youth is fleeting, unpredictable and can often be demeaning. 

     I have never felt comfortable in my skin, I have never understood my peers or what it is that drives them. I’ve never found a like soul. forever walking this earth alone, perhaps aware, perhaps too aware. 

     They say happiness is bliss, but knowledge is power. is it better to be blissful? Or powerful? Well it’s too late for me to be blissful. I’ve already seen too much of the worlds hardships, I’ve already encompassed too much heartbreak. So is it power then for me? Is this something that I have ever wanted? Ever strived for? I do not feel it so. 

     There was a time when my writing was prolific, I’ve written numerous books now all in a trunk in my forever storage. A literal place. A literal, literary place. I miss that place, I miss that feeling. To be able to put my emotions into words and into the world for anyone with the time and interest to listen. Speaking into the abyss, into the darkness, waiting for an echo, any echo. an inkling of a voice of understanding.

     This is something that I desire to have embrace me once again. I wish to totally be encompassed in my own mentality. Production of it. Delivering it to the Oubliette. For perhaps the best ideas have been forgotten. That’s always been my greatest fear. To be forgotten. For as long as we remain on the minds and lips of someone, we are Immortal.

     So move, move, move, forever forward, be productive, better than the past. Produce more.  It’s claws run down my back. Opening past scars. So forward movement forever dangling carrot called desire, perhaps it’s out of fear. fear of the unknown,  fear of not being appreciated, fear of being forgotten.

Wagons

 I am seeking a deeper connection, 

sick of playing in this water shallows. 

I wish to swim with the sharks, 

if it means I could escape the gallows.

When I love, I love hard

The things I say are absolutely true. 

So even if I lay bruised and chard, 

I still would die for you. 

When we find the reapers reflection. 

Will we be happy with what we see? 

Will we find sparks for the future, 

or scar marks, which will it be? 

if you’d told me that you loved me, 

would you prove it when the time comes?

Would your bold acts shine through

 when push comes to shove. 

In the end if you showed your face, 

when you hear the beating drum. 

Would you let me take your place. 

When the wagons finally come.