our entropy

you feel inspired

you have words

you want to encapsulate a whole life into a few lines

where to begin?

i write this in the middle

dreams, thoughts, women, childhood,

verb, dawn, nights, coffee,

a woman that lies beside me,

lies? no lies: she is the truth.

a future that excites me,

a home that grounds me,

a compulsion to entertain that bounds me,

a bunch of fake laughs and phoney conversations that crowd me

the demons that surround me

the haters that doubt me

the insiders that try to out me

the heads that i decapitate

the haters that i hate,

wait, i hope it is not too late,

a legacy that defines me,

do i command likeness or respect?

do i fall back into old patterns or make a change instead?

and through it all we are the living dead

leaving behind a few green papers, a few laughs, a few tears,

forgetting faces and names through years

chaos, remorse and fears

lessons, goals and careers

and just when we find answers, or think we made it

take a few breaths of calmness and release a few curse words

maybe steal a kiss or two

have a coffee rendezvous

try to create a few words that stand true

that become universal

a new religion? or a confession, a belief, a faith, a cult of personality, a face of hate,

that shows content,

or get a sudden gush of passion,

a new goal, a dream, a word

another thought, something that you can read,

and i can understand,

before all of it can see the light

we get to the night and understand the randomness

the only universal truth: entropy;

and clinging to it our lived realities that are untrue

before that long typed message, the answer, the reply, the letter can be sent:

the story ends,

and the journey “re-begins”

we become the parents that help edit the next generation’s stories

The catalysts to their glory

The light: smouldering embers,

the truths and the lies,

The beginning and the end,

again.