Parody of Time

Venturing further into the futurePlunging headlong into unknown placesHesitant or brave we face a joined pathThe result is always the sameBurden by a future without choiceCondemned to face what is aheadInto eras that make no sense Time becomes a parodyA cruel imitation of itself Similar but infinitely differentUntil years lose their meaningAnd dates are utterly senselessKeeping time …

Lost Time

Present moments lost to time,Moments where I’ve said goodbye.What’s passed cannot return to me,Fleeting feelings that cannot be. Eluded by what I cannot grasp,Time obsessively marches past.Forgotten in feelings I once held dear,Minutes that will only disappear. Missing what’s in front of me,Struggling with what’s real.I cannot fix my eyes on truth,Shifting glances that refuse …

Separation of Time

Moments parted from one another, a distance that grows with the ever passing moments of time. The anxiety of separation as the time between past and present grows ever wider. Joy and sorrow, happiness and pain, celebration and defeat, all those experiences live on in the remnant of memory. Lost but for the thread that …

The End of History

Time departing toward the end of one history and the beginning of another. Or is it the same history, burdened to relive the momentum of actions past forever and ever? History, wandering aimlessly so, seeks relief from the end of all ends. “The end of history in the sense of the inner aim or the …

A Reflection for Ava

A beautiful face is perhaps the only place where true silence is to be found. - Giorgio Agamben, “Image and Silence" [i] Ava, my little love. What do I see when I look at you? I see me; I see your mother---I see you. In you I see the amazing convergence of past love. You carry the …