Raise A Glass

Raise Your Glass

Raise a glass
While you still can

To the battles lost
You're still standing

To the blood shed
You're still breathing

To the tears spent
You're still crying

To the struggle
To the challenge
To the longest days
To the darkest nights

To going through all of it
And still being here

Destined Fates: The New Year

Destined Fates: The New Year

It's never me
That would be missed
But instead everything
I could be

Forget what I was
Because it could never have been
Enough

Thank you for thinking more of me
Than I could ever be

Truth Be Told

I am imperfection
In my impermanence
My temporary reality
Is all to real
I am all too scared
Of all that is true
All that is real
Really, truly inescapable truth
Truth: the power that is made powerful by permanence
There is no freedom in the journey of uncertainty
And all the control lies in the hands
Of the omnipresent, unstoppable truth
Despite a mortal's best effort to quantify
Qualify, and otherwise rationalize
Beyond the metaphysical limitations
Of inevitable, mortal limitations

From Starlight's Dreaming Gaze

From Starlight's Dreaming Gaze

Star light, star bright
The last star seen each night
Is the star that sings for you
So that your heart may hear
And your mind may watch
Starlight's mysteries unfold
Your dreams, sound sleeper

Your dreams light the stars in the sky
Staying bright so that all may dream
So that all may still have the chance
To believe in unconscious uncertainty
To rest weary heads
So that the mind may finally live
Even if it be just one night at a time

Open Eyes Only to the Future

Open Eyes Only to the Future

Why must what's next earn our focus?

Why can't our eyes stay present?

Why must our current loss
Be less meaningful
Than our yet to be potential?

Why must the moon
Set green;
Washing over the sacrificed horizon?

For it is the strength of will
That brings the next day.

Horizon's Potential

Horizon's Potential

Why must the colors
Of the horizon thereafter
Forever be of contradictory nature

Why must the sky be made
Of golden yellow
With the promise of a brighter future

And at the same time the same light
Be tethered to the far more realistic

Be tied to the reality
Of humanity's limitations

How could the horizon carry hope
When the imperfect creatures
Carry an indifferent torch
Into future's unknown

Vengeance

Vengeance

The tale of revenge
Has no beginning
Without injustice
Without evil taking away
From those without the power
To protect themselves

The tale of revenge
Therefore requires a hero
In flux
Who will
At some point
Decide to be heroic
Or powerful
But never both