Poem: Birthday

Today,
A star is born,
A song is sung,
A portrait is drawn,
A thought is voiced,
But,
Today,
You exist.

Today,
We celebrate,
We cheer,
We cry,
We smile,
For,
Today,
You exist.

Today,
Is not any special,
Is not any different,
Is not any significant,
Is not any memorable,
Except,
Today,
You exist.

Today,
Is the day,
Was the day,
Will be the day,
Forever the day,
As,
Today,
You exist.

Happy Birthday!

Poem: Memories

Memories,
Are nothing but a road long travelled,
Pitted and cobbled,
With bricks and stones,
Of all shapes,
And sizes,
That weathers the test of time,
That fades in color and strength,
But still remain,
Pieced,
Fitting,
Melding,
Like a jigsaw puzzle,
Both dull and bright,
That paints the picture,
The mesh of color and tone,
Of one's life and story.

Poem: Time

Eyes closed and fingers reaching out,
Nothing remains the same ever,
A second's passing and there's the doubt,
That change is constant and nothing's never.

For time flits, and time flutters,
Dipping its wings for you and me,
Caging us and all that matters,
Within its essence, the time that be.

In rapture and time will fly,
Absent of heed and thought,
That plagues the wintry sky,
That toil and trouble have wrought.

None is spared its passing,
No old nor young nor man nor beast,
Can flee its touch, the everlasting,
That starts and ends the life, the feast.

And bound are we, by bone and blood,
To its tender mercy, or its chilling gaze,
For no man knows the futures that flood,
Within the confines of its temporal maze.

Poem: Alone

Silence pervades the air,
It hangs
Ominously,
Heavily,
Drowning away the roar
Of the loudness,
Of the noise,
That you hated,
That you loathed,
The thick hustle,
The lurid bustle,
But then,
Everything's quiet,
Everything's in solitude,
And you're still,
Suffocating,
Dying,
For breath,
In your dark room,
All alone.