A DROP OF COFFEE

Just like a drop of coffee in a pot

It spends its birth with form outstretched

A yearning, longing to be free

From home. With weight and gravity

It learns and leans and wrenches free

Alive at last, it plummets to its end.

Perfected in a moment’s time

And living in a moment’s time

But in a moment’s time, is gone

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DROP OF MIDNIGHT OIL

These wretched, endless study nights

Spent poring over ancient tomes

I try to pour my midnight oil

A drop clings to the bottle lip

Reflected on this golden sphere

That hangs above my little light

Are all the words of ancient kings

Of petty slaves and other things

It falls, this drop, its bond to life

Now severed like a lover’s kiss

Before they say their last goodbyes

It spirals like a bird that lost its wings

It splashes into nothingness

To join its brothers as it burns

To feed the flame, how harsh it churns

Its heat, once calming, now returns

To life, with vigor founded on a life

Of many lives once sacrificed

This flame, it burns for me alone

What light will I feed to atone?

NOT A SPARK

Perhaps the spark between two souls

That share a fleeting glance

Is better seen as ocean waves

Beneath their weighted feet

Infatuation, like a charge

Of rapid, surging sea

Upon a crumbling house of sand

And sooner, later, once

Or twice, a thought of land appears

That drowning in this mad affair

Seems less appealing now

THE TREASURE OF A TALE

2016 Dec 6, Tuesday

THE TREASURE OF A TALE

Reading is my pleasure, knowledge is my treasure. With reading there is much to gain, a task that I shall do again.

– theresurreccionofkevin 

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OFF TO THE SUNSET

2016 Dec 3, Saturday

OFF TO THE SUNSET

Ride on, ride on, and head on home

Desert winds may blind the way

But never wills of stone

– theresurreccionofkevin

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RAIL

2016 Nov 26, Saturday

RAIL

For far too long I’ve railed

Against the world and its untold

And broken stories, tales regaled

In hearts and hearths for years

Have spun their strings and sewn their seams

Together, we have hopes and fears

Old, I cling upon a rail as if a cane

Guided by the ancient dreams

Now lost like love that wanes

What sparked my soul is bathed in tears

Lost, without the rails and tracks

Of younger days to guide me back

The end is near like points of spears

Sharpened tongues that jeer

The old are leaving on their final ride

To nowhere, out of sight just like the tide

– theresurreccionofkevin
NOTE:

The last train home for all we held dear. Our loves, our lives, and all our fears. To age is to see oneself pushed towards the tracks by what is new. But we will rail and fight. For what is living without standing like a sign in the desert, proclaiming to the stars that we are here?

– theresurreccionofkevin