Album: +- (2015)
It is best not to dwell on what
could have been.
Focusing on potential
does no good.
Look around; the world is still
beautiful in spite of
your pain. The sun
still shines, people go about
their days and though it may seem
callous at first, take comfort.
Your are not alone
in this and all things.
The ones you love, who
love you, who
cherish you, are
You have lost,
(perhaps more than the rest)
you have also
Feel the sun’s kind caress as it
kisses your shoulders; smell the
soft scent of
budding flowers; hear the
busy buzzing of bumble bees in their
never-ending need for nourishment.
Life goes on, and though pain is near
someday it will be far again. So
be weak if you must, lament the plans
we made, and cry in anguish against a universe
so unfair as this. It is earned; it is
yours by right.
But, remember that
Life goes on;
and it is best
not to dwell.
What is a promise? Is it
simply a wish one believes
will come true? Is there
What is it to be certain? Is it
to convince ourselves that we have
some knowledge of truth? Is there
any such thing?
What is faith? Is it
the whispered resistance of
a childless voice in the face of
despite the apparent knowledge that
What is the point when
prayers for protection
What is a promise but
a lie laughed in the
It was never a
promise; only ever
a fool’s hope.
Song: “My God Is The Sun”
Artist: Queens of the Stone Age
Album: …Like Clockwork (2013)
a pale imitation when
Some add sugar;
a softening, synthetic sweetener for
those unwilling to accept the
built-in bitterness of its nature.
Some bite deep, severing the stem and smiling;
blood-red evidence of their enjoyment dripping
through bleached enamel.
A moment’s ecstasy, a cry of passion, a
savor the flavor, but rather
put on a show for all to see,
intentionally ignorant of their
lie and disdain for the taste.
Some engulf entirely, unaware or
uncaring for the fruit’s
comfort, its dignity.
They seek the fullness of experience and
leave nothing behind but
rejected leaves covered in
Left bereft of their sweetness, their
Gently, in thrusting lust, through the
long deterioration of time, or discarded
in the wake of moldering rot;
all will be consumed in one way