Saturday, October 1, 2016

Poetry of Lost Loves of Linear Time

I am alone.

I wallow in my solitude to find the joy.

The punishment that karma deals me has me rick rolling around it like a pig in shit.

I have forty-three years in linear time.

People loved and hated with me along the road.

Alone is a state like liquid, gas, solid and alone.

The transcendental control of your existence like Elie's Night lets you choose your state.

Friends love me and could change my state to solid and leave alone to the side.

Among these friends that love some wait to be in love with me.

There is only one chance to break from hating with me to hating me, be in love with me.

Some friends wait in serenity and until that moment of being in love comes I never know.

There are others that time and circumstance and the pressure of solitude have left us in our alones.

There are times I grab golden idols and leave friends in love at the rest stop hitching on their backs

Traveling on your back breaks your bridges and leaves you alone shouting across ravines.

Golden idols are heavy to carry and time rolls on and I set them down,

I travel to the rest stop for love waiting there

Love is there and she is waiting across the ravine at the footing of a broken bridge.

She is looking past, me through me and I look into the ravine that I started with the golden shovel.

Decisions are a bitch, time, linear as it is, brings the wheel of consequence and I choose alone.