A Road

        One long walk through twist and turns of dead ends, no wonder I can't get to where i'm going. It was there at the slumping of hills and the darkening of lights that I stood on walk ways. We stopped to wonder why we're here and not there.  Under the bridges trolls strolled in the shadows, they behold golden amulets and silver lightning rods. Low growls and disheartened looks take over lonely roads, they smell me in the air, alas but their poor sights hither them from accurately finding me in the thicket.  Night has lain unmoved in the shadows for some time now, i"m unsure if its afraid or waiting for the right moment to move. If its a strategy, I know of such things. If it is fear, I hope we feel the same feeling.
       I entered the the forest to enchant the colors of the trees and turn them to a autumn hue. My bags were heavy with magic and gems, colors and swords. I changed the world with my words and my sword. I am the most powerful when my words are few, like a bigger version of a dagger my words slice through. I am weary for, my actions are part of a bigger picture. I am on a quest from higher authority. I am sent by life to change the landscape that lays before me, but not to destroy.
       Before I came to be hiding behind bushes, deep in crevices and beneath towering trees, I only headed where I needed to be. Those along the way that needed help and assistance, I offered. As always pain and death follows my wake, they do not accompany me for there is a fear in their eyes. They called me the wise man that walks among the darkness. For I lay with the beasts and the heartless. I was not revered nor loved for the things I've done. There is the same fear, that sparks up in the souls of those who have seen what I am capable of. My days won't end, they will simply continue. Like the sun and moon that sets and rises again and again. I too exists to be a necessity in the world.

Lovers at times, strangers in places

Lovers at times, strangers in places

She’d call to say hello, one evening night

At the time, i’d felt like i’d, been in a fight

Though no bone broke in me, the body ached

With no tears that i cried, i heard my heart break

Lovers at time, we used to know

Strangers in places that we used to go

I’d thank you if i didn’t hate you so

Just like rivers, splitting on rocks

Baby it’s time to flow

Never one was i, not to say hello

She was a stranger, talking during my video

I’d share a laugh, maybe one or two

Who knew i’d fall in love you

All night long, even when the sun has gone down

There were those times, like we had it all figured out

Even during rain, we’d sneak a few

Even during pain, i’d still think of you

Lovers at time, we used to know

Walking by ourselves with our shadows

Strangers in places that we used to go

All alone but we don’t let it show

Should have know that the love you had

Was one that you could never leave

I should know this whole time that when you talked about loving

You weren’t talking about me

So if you ever want to leave, you can go

Just be sure that i don’t know

The love I had felt lighter than your touch

But it seems you didn’t care too much

Let us leave this story behind

You go your way and i’ll go mine

Memories are Fleeting

Memories are Fleeting

Our memories are the best parts of us. We live and we learn. We are shaped by the people in our lives, the strangers that we meet and the friends that we make. The worst thing that can happen to us is the disappearance of those memories. There are many way a memory can disappear.

When a person dies. The life that they’ve led parishes. The laughter and kind words that only they can convey fades away with them. All those long nights of talking, all those intimate conversations, all those tears and all the joys that were shared can only become a distant memory. They are destined to be buried in the footpaths of the future. The worst thing about someone passing away is not the day that they actually die, but the days beyond that. When you are stuck, alone with all the thoughts and memories eating at you.

When a person gets into an accident that renders their whole person immobile and their mind blank. When someone is in a Coma. All the potential that they were cultivating, all the energy they were gather and all the experience they were living, it all ceases. The linear trajectory that they were suppose to fly and climb, shattered and torn away. They are warm and breathing, but it all feels like they have all but cease to be. Existing at a bare minimum, is not the same as being alive. What’s worst is when the person becomes trapped in their own mind, helpless to act, to speak. To be able to hear everything, to feel the hair on your arms, tingle, but unable to move your fingers, to blink your eyes, to scratch an itch. You are the memory, slowly falling into a deep dark sleep.

When a person grows old and develops alzheimer. When you get to this stage, you’ve lived and loved a long life. You’ve seen the life of your children grow and develop into adults, All those long rides you used to go on. The feeling of the wind in your hair while you cruised down the highway. The feeling of the sun on your skin on that favorite vacation that took when you were discovering yourself. Your wedding day, the day you decided to that there was no one you’d rather be with than the person who stood you beside you on that day. The day your first born child was conceived, you once remembered how happy you were, how much pain you had to go through before that tiny little human being, resting and taking small sleeping breathes. All the pain and and wounds that tell the story of the scars on your body. All the heartbreak and hopes you found. All the dreams that awoke you in the middle of the night, all the nightmares that sent you racing towards your parents room. All the time you simply tried to survive even when the love had left your body and felt your soul and strength leaving you. All the morning sunrises, all the wishing, and yearning, despair and angry moments.

All of them, every single moment that you had been living will be gone. All the memories you created will cease. There will not be a next memory, there will not be a next time. There will only be what was, and what used to be. People will hurt, your loved ones will be crushed. People will seek isolation to run away from not being able to create a new memory. They will die on the inside. They will continue to suffer, they will continue to despair. They will also keep hope, they will also keep you close. They will keep your name private, they will speak of it with reverence. Perhaps someone will write your name in words for the future to repeat. Perhaps someone will keep you alive, even if memories are fleeting.