Some Random Poetry

He said, “I will live in this moment forever” then he died in a blaze of gunshots.

Mourning widows cry for their boys of war.

Late night calls go answered.

And still we sleep safe in our beds.

We are Lost children; thrown to the streets, to poverty, and ignorance.

When the well to do aren’t well at all, scared of rising to high and falling to far.

This is the current dilemma, this is life in complexity.

Simplified

We Breathe
We Eat

We Drink

We Breathe

We Eat

We and We Drink

Do We Feel?

Yes we Feel.

Are those feelings true?

This I don’t know.

Will I find love, and will it be real?

Transient emotions that lack substance?

I believe in love

All in the course of a moment.

This is the subtext, but what is yet to be written?

Tomorrow I must get up and repeat the process, or not.

The choice is ours to continue in this current state of being.

9/15/2006

Why are we taught to fear mediocrity?

Is it the fear of losing any semblance of permanence?

Or is it that we need the respect of those around us to reconfirm our own existence

Perhaps it is a noble spirit that moves us to aspire to the heavens.

I want to be great, so I say and so I believe but it might not be and then the again the term “great” is a working definition at best.

Yet the simple life does sound “good”.

Then we are confronted with the semantic differences between the two.

Value remains a ghost of philosophers and shall stay haunting its halls.

Life remains a question of daily valuations that are tied to no fixed currency that we can weigh.

9/24/2006

I am awed by culinary perfection

The skill, the speed, and Art

I long for a passion that pure

Where I represent the best parts of myself in my work

Or better put what I’d hope to be the best of myself

For now doubt lingers heavy upon my once impenetrable demeanor

To work endless hours with a single purpose then to one day achieve it

Whether it be in a consommé, a béchamel sauce, or even a chicken stock

Though I fear that these heights and I shall not meet

Mediocrity, by any other word is a failure

Where are our values?

Why do I tire right before reaching Marathon?

What inside of me fails to rally that I cannot break through?

So I say again, I am awed by culinary perfection

1/5/2007

If you were to see me on the street your gaze would not pause

Nor would you recall my name in silent moments in your mind

For some actions speak

For me words are my thoughts’ actions fulfilled

A phrase, an adage, a call to action, a call to be

These I hope you reflect upon, I am content to vanish into the city backdrop

Yet to each a touch of immortality

2/3/2007

Perfect moment in a lapse of judgment

Spontaneous freedom elapses towards the sun

Life threatening fears that abide in a hail of gunfire

Last night meant nothing but everything to me

I will see your face for the rest of my days

But I shall not see you again

Tomorrow is nothing to the day

Sexy cadences in words spoken

Leave me breathless

Wishing I was there and you here

Nothing will bring back tomorrows that never came

2/21/2007