I Wear a Nylon Shirt... We All Do

Nylon strings,
Hard to break,
Nearly invisible,
And easy to acquire.

Like trouble,
Sins, and secrets,
Wrapped tightly
Around my neck.

But unlike hurts,
Wrongs, and scars;
By means of scissors,
Nylon can be cut.

In Loving Memory Of

Everything happened over your 17 years.

In a moment, everything was gone.

And now I'm left here sitting,

In the high pitched whine of pure silence

And encapsulated by it,

Everything.



And nothing.

Both are the same.

Or rather, within nothingness,

Is the potential for everything.

Or perhaps,

Just a memory of it.

A Deserter

A deserter I am,
For when she needed me I ran.
I drowned myself with empty bliss,
While at home she lacked a loving kiss.

I wanted just to give them strength,
Hold them up, through the depths.
But all I caused was scarring pain,
While another walked away righteously vain.

So the guilt befalls my mind,
Dreams of wisdom, left behind.
I wonder if I should continue to run,
Or meddle more; undo what I’ve done.

But through her weakness shines a light,
A brilliance wrought of uncommon might.
Matured knowing of what to do,
To die inside for the sake of you.

So run away, run with me,
Away from reason, to the free.
But though we run, fast and true,
Our paths will differ, mine from you.

We flee with different thoughts in mind,
I hope and wish that both are kind.
I know we live just day by day,
But I still regret I ran away.


Walk your paths,
But just remember,
To never lose sight,
Of what you hold most dear.

Take heart,
And take strength,
In knowing,
That I love both of you.

I Must

Though I tire, I must be strong,
Because I am in a position to be strong.

Though I tire, I must listen,
Because I am in a position to listen.

Though I tire, I must give counsel,
Because I am in a position to give counsel.

Though I tire, I must mediate,
For I am the only one who can.

So I sacrifice parts of myself,
In order that those around me,
Can have that part,
Hold on to it, and take strength.

I push others out of the quicksand,
Even though the consequence of doing so;
Sinking further,
Weighs upon me.

So I give strength.
I listen.

I give counsel,
I mediate.

I sacrifice myself,
I tire and fall.

I do all of the above,
Because no one else is around who can.


I do it because I can.


And because I can,


Though I tire,


I must.

A Deserter I'm Not

I took one for the team,
So please, lay off.
Don't accuse me of slacking,
Or not being there when needed.

You guys made a big mess of things,
And left me behind to clean up.
So I did, even though it had personal consequences,
And took much longer than I could afford.

But when I finally caught up,
All ya'll held were presumptions as to my absence.
So the next time you make a mess of things, Ty,
Man up and clean it yourself.

Never, ever abuse the respect people have for you,
And never, ever abuse the respect I have for you.
I took one for the team,
So please, lay off.

Tit for Tat

Every species which is still around to tell the tale, somehow contributes to the environment around it. On top of simply surviving, it somehow finds a way to make the habitat around it better, so that its future generations may too prosper. Every species which only took for itself and did not give something back for the betterment of its ecosystem, died off.

In the past hundred years, the rate of species going extinct has been raised by a thousandfold.

Because we've killed them off.


And if we don't start giving back,

We'll be next on the list.

Today,

Paragon Heights had its first black out.

For two hours no light could shine.

And I witnessed the beauty of

Automatic gates,
The lack of electricity,
Cars parked in the driveway,
And people rushing off to work,

All come together.



Ahhh, the beauty of life.