Time

When you live your life
Waiting for the next weekend
Life passes too fast

Another day, another wrinkle

I look into the mirror
Another day, another wrinkle

My brow furrows as I stare
When was it that I started to care

About the lines in my forehead
About the veins on my hands
About the yellowing of my eyes
About the loss of sight from them
About the aches and pains all over

My bodily grievances line up, one by one
Don't go out, don't get too much sun
They say sunlight ages you faster
And so, of darkness I am the master

Before I know it, more time has passed
It never used to become night this fast
The night turns to day, nature's cycle continued
And so, my fears of yesterday's aging renewed

As I sit alone in my unlit room
Weaving myself a futile cocoon
I think about my life, but eighteen years
Hardly close to the final frontier
Yet I still fear the whitening of my hair
And wonder when it was that I started to care

They say madness is born from repetition
Expecting a new outcome is an inane position

Still, I look into the mirror
Another day, another wrinkle

What is going on tonight??

Bagpipes are playing
"OOZMA KAPPA" someone yells
Such is college life

Caution

Be careful, my friend
For I fear your ice is thinning

Our friendship is warm,
But this distance burns
And scalds all it touches

Beware, my friend
For I cannot be there to catch you
Should your ice melt beneath your feet

My lake is placid, with few cracks to speak of
While yours is marred by spider webbed fissures
The tales you spin, filled with hapless misadventures,
Chip away at the edges of my frozen tarn

Be wary, my friend
Of those who tread not lightly upon your ice
The figure skaters
The bandy players
The curling fans

But so long as winter's frost persists
Know this, my friend

That should you ever slip
Upon your fractured lake
My mind and ears are open
And but a phone call away

Fall is coming

Did you ever stop to wonder why

Everything has to die?

Standing by the sink

Or lying in your bed

You take a moment to think

When the thought reaches your head

The evergreen trees sway

The green boughs will stay

 

But every cell

With every blink

With every sigh

With every wink

With every cry

 

In the very end,

Everything will die

 

They said breathing underwater was impossible

And this facsimile of life is infallible

But through the continuous waves of pain

With not a thing to gain

 

the world

             Keeps

                       On

                            Spinning

 

A hand on your shoulder

A friend

A sister

A mother

A father

The soul of the dog who was lost

When the nearby mountains were still topped with frost

 

A gentle touch

(Though it seems not much)

Pulls you from this repose in thought

And assures you that though the time will arrive 

When you are but a cosmic astronaut

 

If you take a breath and dive

And rise from beneath the darkness blue

 

You'll soon find that spring was always waiting for you

Oh, well, I guess we're gonna find out

So, I heard the world

is ending tomorrow, huh?
Mable, get the kids!

Bugs

Bugs, bugs, everywhere!
Bugs flying in the air,
Bugs flying in your hair,
Bugs flying in your underwear!

There are bugs outdoors,
They're traipsing upon the floors!

Buzzing near your ear,
Creating new fear;
A mantis in the chair,
Will surely raise some hair!
Always cover every orifice,
For a mouth is no bug office!

There are bugs in the house;
There's one as big as a mouse!

Creeping up the walls,
On your bed it falls;
I wish for but a single night,
With nary a spider in sight!
The cricket's nightly song,
To my tired ears is like a gong!

Bugs, bugs, everywhere!
Oh, please, I say--no more!
And---ACK, there's one stuck to my door!

Summer Rain

Earth-bound teardrops fall
Upon the grey concrete floor
I dream of blue skies

Sigh....

The days have gone by quickly;
It's already noon.
My summer is slipping away,
but it seems just too soon!

I don't want to do my summer English reading
for within my soul is bleeding.
I don't want to work for my driver's permit;
I'd rather be a hermit!

As the idle summer days slip by,
it makes me want to cry:
Please stay, summer, for school is such a bore!
Please stay, summer, for school is such a chore!

Another day, another dawn.
Where has my summer gone?

Butterflies

Tiny butterflies
Drifting through the pale, blue sky
Searching for the stars

Those wacky Ancient Egyptians

Hathor was a cow.
Osiris was Mufasa.
Almond was a god.

Haiku is a fine art indeed

I often wonder
Whether life is just a dream
A long, endless dream

The sun sets at dawn
The fish fly in the forest
I am Overlord