count the times you blink

The minute hand strikes twelve
Again it tolls
And it will again an hour from now
Unsung bells
Would sing

Unless..
A high-impact meteor crash on earth
Death like a popping bubble
If thief-like tragedies break in
If environmentalistic prophecies prevail
All leaving us in sudden death latitude
No engament ring of sorts
Just the bells...

Or if the moon and the sun let go...
Pulling us no more from this celestial system
Abandoned to our grave

Across my window
I see the city lights in peace from afar
This window,
Not even a matchbox in the universe

We have no fortress
The end is but an hour from now or so
And the bells would resound throughout history

But to their dismay
Life is not about ending it
For if so,
From the minute we begin,
We should know where we're bound to
Then rationality should tell us
Stab it while still in the womb!

Life is but brief and practical
At that.
Humanity will end
Or has ended
A million years ago

Our heart is yet pumping
Our brains, a parasite
For blood, a greed
Life is about...
The full 59 minutes

mourn to moan to mourn

You can't always find the right words to describe how you really feel...
Or is it just Fear rolling up your tongue?

Spit it out.
Spell it with clarity and conviction.
What prestige awaits...
then only
after you walk over sharp shattered glasses
striking sting.

These bloody Feet.

When it's done,
it will sore nevertheless.

Should you choose never to begin at all?

picking up roses from the Dead Poets Society

Passion. This is what you live for and die for. Our noble pursuits are of importance to us but this should not define our being humans. Carpe diem. But always be reminded where your head is to avoid being strayed across the thin line of foolishness.

The Road Not Taken - Robert Frost

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveller, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair;
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood,
And I-I took the one less travelled by,
And that has made all the difference.

Apollo nth

Must I hide to see myself?

Liberation found me still half-alive
Pulse thready and weak
Lips pale as snow
Cracking
Salvation is sweet
Even if you doubt its longetivity
Is it eternal?
It isn't even tangible
Yes but it's sweet

And I've never reached this peak
Reaching to the skies while I do

After the mess up
I never thought I'd move another step forward
I'm glued together miraculously
Now less brittle bones in my body

A new earth
I swim naked and delighted
A hopeful dweller
Perhaps a freer one

The Last Parachute

A lot can happen in just one day. One day could change your life forever. One word can turn history to 180 degrees. One choice could cause someone else's life or your own. One false step can lead you to a quicksand.
With every fall you learn how to stand. With every pain, you grieve but you struggle to be stronger.
One thing I've learned is that in this life, you are a candidate to almost every race track however unlikely it could be your path. You can never be too preserved. You can never ever say you've seen it all pre-mortem. Never say that you're a learned man til you've run out of breath.
Each day we walk past different people. We connect. We don't. We mind our own business. But at the end of the day, we still come home. A day older.
Should be, a day wiser.