the forgotten…

the forgotten

sitting unheard
in
the shadows
of
life
are
the old dreamers
dreamers
who had
such
wonderful plans
as they
set out
on
life’s journey
only
to end up
barely visible
in
the shadows
of
existence
with
their dreams
scattered
like
litter
around
their useless feet
useless
since
they have no time
left
to travel
the promise
of
death
anchors them
to
retirement home hallways
or
their
artificially
cheerful cells
decorated
with
life fragments
a time
when
they weren’t
in
this purgatory
this
transitional place
that
offers
drive-by-visitors
family members
who’ve
forgotten
that
beinghood
is more than
safety
it’s a warm embrace
and
seeing daily
the faces
of
those you love
but
convenience
becomes
the watch word
and so
souls become
forgotten

round robin…

what happens to us
when our life’s purpose is lost
do we continue
to hold fast to old beliefs
there’s a reason things happen
or are there questions
first time questions about fate
the fairness of life
why the innocent suffer
is there truly god’s mercy
none are answerable
nor would the answers change life
just one’s perspective
and future expectations
where the purpose of life’s lost

 

 

chance of a lifetime…

chance of a lifetime

step right up
and
pick
your god
we’ve got some
with
formal names
like
christ
mohammed
buddha
jethro
just
to name a few
but
there are
a lot more
for you
to
choose from
you might want
to
invest your existence
on
capitalism
communism
nationalism
or
just plain old
narcissism
keep in mind
that
some
come with
an extended warranty
for
everlasting life
while others
offer
return tickets
from
behind the veil
of
death
however
the ftc
has not
validated any of these claims
so buyer beware
also
please note
that
the god selection process
may not
provide you
with
a rational explanation
for
an irrational existence

driving instructions…

like
a child
staring out
the back window
of
their parent’s car
we pine
for
what was
as if
it were
really
as wonderful
as we
imagine
we forget
the arguments
and
incidences
that
ended with
our
early depature
declaring
that
we’ll
never return
to
this god forsaken place
or
talk to
this
persona of satan
ever again
yet
when we are
isolated
from reality
we embellish
the few morsels
of
joy
we had
creating
a fictionalized historical event
probably
as truthful as
most history
where the good guys
always win
and
the damsel in distress
is
a kung fu master
seems
we’re always
looking
for
the rationale
for
events
how do they
fit
into
the plan
and
purpose
of
life
well
this might surprise you
but
there is no
real purpose
nothing’s been
ordained
your empty minutes
and
hours
are controlled
by
no god
or
saint
it’s you
staring out the back window
instead
of
looking at
where
you’re driving to