Exerpts from “Destiny for a Tragedy”

The River

So slowly we walked along the clouded shore and we opened our arms welcoming the sky as the wind blew by and we said what we needed to say in the time we knew best. We got carried away with out hearts in our chest and we knew it was over the minute we said goodbye so instead we kept walking on by until our feet gave way into the ground and we fell down. Along the rocks. And we scratched ourselves. On the rocks. My mother always said “watch out, be careful because you never know what’s roaming about.” And my mother said to keep an eye out because you never know how far you can go and how lost you will be. But I swam along and I came across the clouded shore where we met for the first time and I cried when you left me stranded naked but fully clothed. So sunlight seemed faded and we said what we needed to say in the time we knew best. We got carried away with our hearts in our chest. To say the least it was an experience to throw ourselves to the fire. To the fire. And to say the least it was an experience but I have to move on. I have to move on.

Impossible

This is impossible
This stretch of time
In the palm of your hand we lie
Between the boredom it provides
And what it describes
It is insanity divine
With brothers and mothers that die
In fields of golden embers
Falling from the torn sky

- Chapter 2: The Ending is Among the Coming of Age, p. 32

The Death of A Mystery

He is the falcon on the roof
Watching the wind blow
And when he moves
It’s time to move
He is the shadow stalking the walls
Watching the rain fall
And when he goes
It’s time to go
It rings like the never-ending heartbeats in the ears of fools

- Chapter 4: The Observation From the Fields Out in the Open, p. 80

This Is Misleading

I would like to say
To all of you
Behind this
These words
Those that are typed
Across the page
Lies a past in waiting
That was a mistake
And regret is mistaken
For there is none
These are expressions
Of how it felt
Or feels
Against a summers night
So don’t be mistaken
By the curious lines
Of a presence in danger
For morning changes into night
And time changes into life
And life is a decision
Of seconds in motion
That we must face
Even in the darkest hour
And continue to count
And continue to foster
I would like to say
To all of you
To believe in passion
A passion that cannot be erased
By the slightest discretion
And to know
The only constant
Is change

-Epilogue, p. 117