The Association

Alone in segregation.

Life crashed when my virtual life collided with the real world. 
To many doubts for The Association elders.

Stripped of everything.
My kids curtains closed - This is an Association no-go zone
Did they said I’d died?

I'm in the real world now, with those that chose to see.

In Wonderment

All of the time
That I have spent
On this blue green orb,
Fields of aquamarine
More pleasant than earth,
Have marked each new day
Though sometimes in clouds,
Their stated intent
Is rain, I have found,
But when it is dry 
Out comes the sun,
I look at the sky
in wonderment 

Our End

The years fly faster

closer to our end

Death bed regrets, 

lost time 

a lot of vices

Glimpses of our future

Seen through opaline lenses

Walk your way in style 

before this life fades

Serving up oblivion

The bowel of the spoon blackened as soot form the dirty flame cooked the new recipe, it bubbled invitingly this liquid amber

A queue of manic eyes, desperate with anticipation and pained by reality vied to be first.

The cook smiled crookedly as he served up oblivion.

Forgive yourself

Can you forgive yourself,

For only one day
Hide tears 
Wrapped in smiles
Put on a brave face 

A selfless act to brighten 

Someone else's day
Special smiles 
Bright sparkling eyes
A cherished memory this holiday