The PAST

Thinking about the past
is a waste of time. Or is it?
Can we come to terms with
what we need to face?
Unique characteristics of human relationships keep life interesting in
most circumstances.
In my time I have found a song
or a poem can be created
from most experiences up to a point.
Then life changed and I
became more influenced
and overwhelmed but competent
at being in the present moment
especially if music is involved.

What if we all die at the
same exact moment. No
line to get into heaven.
You don't have to wait around.

There's no
"take a number" lady.
No lobby right outside.

You show up
in a split second
without space or time.

There's no line into
heaven -- you'll be one
with everything.

Current Fading Muse

It can't become
about us or
my poor ability to be
alone with myself

If I become
or have become
my own
muse I will never
be alone.

If I no longer long for myself
no matter how sorry I
am,
I will not
abandon myself.

The butterfly of my
own heart alights
here.

Un - cacoons here.
I embrace ideas of the muse
of self.

Have you EVER seen a grave stone with such a strange epitaph?