Disposable Camera

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There’s a camera in the back of my closet
On top the faded photographs and written notes
Boxes covered with layers of dust
All of the letters that we sent back and forth
Remnants of what never was –
Echoes of those ghosts
Images burning away in my mind
Like they did in the grass
Fading in the air like the rising smoke
From the incense that we liked
The scent of it all
Still fills my room
And I’m doing my best not to associate the smell with you
And the songs that we sang
Still remain the same
But the words that echo throughout my head
Continue to change

 

I made an effort
To forget what sits alone
Ever waiting for me to look back
And reminisce about the forgotten bones
Of something I should’ve buried long ago
Do they understand that they have no use anymore?
As the days fall past I forget what I even had them for
Feelings change and regrets grow
I’m sure you and I both can still feel the sting
Of when we both learned what we now know
I don’t even care anymore –
It’s been so long ago
I don’t need to remember yesterday
All that matters to me is watching the dying flame
The falling wick of the candles –
The torn pages of words
Every promise that was made and every lie that I heard
The smoke will still rise
From that burning effigy of what once had been –
what is now no more.
The only piece left
Is that disposable camera on the floor
Undeveloped photos
Memories that I will never have to see
Ghosts that will never rise
Regrets that will never come to be
What’s left on the film means absolutely nothing to me
So just like us – disposable and not worth much at all –
It too can be lost to the smoke
Rising through the air, carried by the breeze
So I can forget
That I really did believe

Heat Death

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The stars scream out in a song of infant fire
No more time left for a power any higher
Moving in a dance of renewal and change
Doing their best to tend the beat of the flame
Taking their time to give us the world
Carried upon their back –
Into the swirling light, out of the black
Fought away from the grasp of some cosmic megalomaniac

 

The universe moves its tide
Back and forth, the spirit moving in just to hide
They shake and swirl and billow
Singing a song of life’s gentle widow
Is God here – or was he ever?
Or was he just some poor fool’s hopeful endeavor?
Will life spring forth from his massive breath
Or is there just an eternity left beneath our immense depth?
Energy to energy, souls to dust
Will our spirits roam forever or be left to rust?

 

She sings out, the Mother of the light, so gently spoken
Trying to croon the great monster from being woken
All connected by the energy
Of life’s pure being
And the universe’s song
That she has sung for so long
One day, those dancing flames will grow old
And the stars will flicker out too
The galaxies will fold away
And Reality will be a perception untrue

 

Everything ends, every song has a final verse
The birds will cease – the men will end up worse
As will the trees, and the universe as well
It will end and begin again where it fell
And when the fire grows tall and out of control
And there is nothing burning but what’s left of our souls
The tide will pull us in
The energy will know what to do
As She sings her final lines, and everything ends
And we will all begin anew