Now more than Ever

At funerals, people comfort each other with words like, you'll see them again. It is a comforting thought, we can relax our regrets for not being there for them as much as we feel we should had been. It relieves these regrets, offers another time to plan for, but not for me. This is all lies, when, where and all the other logistics to get to that place where you will see them again, well is impossible.

 

Having no faith in an afterlife, we tend to take each moment we have with our friends, family and loved ones as if it were the last. Not, I will let them know how much they meant to me, at a later time, after death. It is that simple, to me.

 

This is not the first I have experienced lose of friends or family so many in such a short time yes, but nothing new about these I didn't realize a very long time ago. When they are gone from life, they are gone from my life, forever. It is important to understand that aspect of a atheist.

 

Not intending to take the comfort away, just saying the comfort zone is now while your alive, there will be nothing after, no time left saying there is more time in an afterlife is just lying to yourself.

Awakening

from a dream,

of bathing and stepping out of the bath onto a powdered tile floor, is all I can recall and the fuzzy rug on the floor. Have no idea where it was I awoke from, but it reminded me of you. all morning long

 

You probably haven't given me a moment of thought, when few moments of my own are without you.

 

The crow ignites the morning showing two lights of sun's dawn and moons dusk, ripe fruit on the vine lets not waste any time.

 

in these moments without you

 

 

Impressionism of Expressionism

Expressing lost spaces.

Contracting shadows of art to entertain our idol times. Like winds of old, glancing your bare neck whispering without tempo.

The violin cries like a frightened soul, of death's true nada, life no more.

Memorizing your dance when John Lennon was killed, on stage off to the tables.

With all qualities, in different quantities in separate combinations you each are very alike of unique hues of tone to each observer their own.

You met another, her story you found, her nothing no more in march. Finding her castle to fill with comfort, chatter and love.

Your laugh isn't old enough to forget, nor your face or hug. You were always so young, so in demand.

Another friend lead the way, for him life was famous. Big Jim in song, birthday bashes in July, light man for the stars you were his groovy groupie.

Three best friends, gone long enough today to remember they may have became brand new in forty seven days, again.

 

 

never more, only me listening to Strauss