What the Dead May Pray

Make us worthy in our passing, 

for what we could not achieve in our living. 

For Life subsumes death –

and while the evidence may show 

we had not fully lived the way we’d hoped, 

we have the right to hope

that what failed to thrive

has died and departed the memory of others; 

leaving us nothing but a clean slate 

in the continued journey. 

May all whom we’ve served and transgressed 

step aside and cheer us on – 

the race is never over.

The Talented Tragically Shattered

the tragically shattered can slip into blackness like an anvil through ether.  But they weren't pushed...they jumped.

Two Red Rockers

to thine own self be true
(photo by Phosphorimental)

Encouraged by promises I made

to myself,

Chased by memories of dreams

never come true.

Here in the maundering dereliction

of presence,

coffee brown moments

in blue.

Stones unturned, life kept

at bay,

swept back by aromas

and flavors

of a distant past beckoning

anew

awoken by the rattling

of sabers.