another routine…

another routine

our time empties out
there are small perforations
in our existence
that go unnoticed as we
move through our daily routines
excused away by us all
until it’s too late
that’s the point when we reflect
upon life’s meaning
and the arrival of death
as it moves ever closer 
consuming all our dreams
we rationalize
that we have had a good life
questions still remain
what about that afterlife
will there really be judgement
eyes close praying for sunrise

 

 

personal assessment…

personal assessment

staring
at
the bottom line
a developing
life
pauses
followed
by
the
usual questions
regarding
purposes
paths taken
and
numerous scenarios
of
what
“ifs”
none
serving
any real purpose
just
a
preprogrammed
academic exercise
like following
a clearly marked path
to
the edge
of
a cliff

life as a gargoyle…

life as a gargoyle

generally
life is quite routine
occupation
consumes most
of the day
in
one form
or
another
and
although
our exterior demeanor
appears the same
we are quite
different
on
the inside
but because there’s
a certain expectation
from society
about our appearance
and
behaviors
we maintain a specific posture
you might
say
it’s chiseled into us
sorry for that
lapse into
demonic humor
any way
as i was saying
life is down right boring
hanging out in cities
with
an occasional gig
at a village church
things just seem to go on forever
then you begin to realize
that acid rain
and
other environmental hazards
those damn pigeons
don’t help matters
are beginning to eat away at you
you begin to realize
that such things
are creating
a terminal condition
existence
is not infinite
you are
as we say
turning
human