like any other

and i made it to
another thursday

swallowing disappointment
and accomplishment
all the same

upon the day
anyone in your life can decide
to pick up and leave

tis the heartbreak
and triumph
of human will

to let go
of eras
that were never defined
until now

you never know what
your voice will sound like
until it comes out

a day like any other
soon becomes
shrouded in change
and you know
life continues
to never be the same

the strength it takes
to accept
personal self interest

to be swift
upon exit
before you
meant it

the lives we mend
and bonds we forge
to seek
to complete
to fill the empty
to be drunk on full
to know in not knowing
to become the
better versions of
ourselves
to escape the mundane reality
of comfort

the great divide
of past and future
and i wonder
where my curtain call is

could i muster
the strength to
walk away
as so many of done
revisit once a year
and continue on
in a foreign jeer

leaving blood left
lying open
from the hearts
of the matter

instead
i just hide
the misses
and secretly wish
to be taken back
to the place i was before
before i had to save face to operate
before i had the chance
to realize
too many last times

a day like any other

i could crumble
i could run

or i could
take the tools of the trade
and persevere

the decision has been made
and i admire my waving hand

Today

Today is the first day of the rest of my life.

the circle of life

The circle of life
Inexplicable
Incomprehensible
Even still we are thrust
into its depths
To scream at the sky "why"
amidst tears
Or grasp the heart in joy
finding meaning in all the years

How delicate and fragile each
existence is
Even through the gutted stench
of brutal nature
I must remember
the fertility of Breath
The composite being
of awareness
heartache & joy
It is a life worth lived

life

mortality ticks closer with Age
and it seeps into
the chambers of the Heart
the heaviness hangs
onto each day
a reminder, a curse, a gift
We must carry on
There is no choice
But to face
the Bends
Until the circle brings us around again
I cannot understand
fathom or explain
I cannot let the weight
Linger
I can humbly accept
the truth of nature
and open the doors of my heart
live & love, cry & mourn
Make everyday a tribute
To the souls that give life meaning
To the precious magnitude of will & remembrance
To carry on the memory in my present
And know they will meet
the Keepers of Divinity
and virtue in another world
Let there be light.


written the night of 8/5/08 after finding out about Mike.
read 8/9/08 at his service.


In Memory of Michael J. Didomenico <3

no matter

it's not about you
it's not about me
it is about everybody
and how i love it so much
when i feel it in my blood
the thoughts ripen
with the swelling of my heart
of how much i simply enjoy
life's high, to be among love
and find connections
that hold me still inside
and the comfort of its presence
in the manifestation of now
its about that
and that life is beautiful
no matter