Finding Home

When Icarus flew over the great vast sky He forgot about himself That his wings were made only of wax and feathers of some other living thing The sun blinded him With its beauty and Commanded him to come forth Which he did And so he soared How he soared He forgot the tenets his father pleaded him never to forget, which he did But he soared, he flew towards that blinding ball of light and tasted sunlight with all its glory and might Until his feathered and waxed wings gave up and melted Into his mortality And he fell deep into the vast ocean And drowned. But at least Before he died He let the sun blind his eyes At least He tasted life... -MAY 26, 2013- Photo Credit: http://www.photo-zen.com/scotland-hebrides-seagulls-photographs.html

Sudden memories Appear out of nowhere Like cocktail servings In minute increments Like unexpectedly meeting An old friend as you turn Left at a blind corner Catching you viciously off guard Like being shown an old Home video That remind your sorry self How at one point you were alive Tasted life down to its Very core Dared to go to the very edge And yet find that, You could not say "More." Instead what you could manage were Soft retorts of, "Maybe in an alternate universe, Maybe another lifetime. " And now I am writing this On an imaginary journal That you handed to me On the drabbest street Praying as I write you feel The strokes, hear me talk To myself, "Life is a word problem, According to them Whoever said calculus Was of no use was right A lot of X's and Y's Variables they call them Damn right they were And me? I'm a "W" And there's no solution To this