In Loving Memory

Life is found not found in the breath,

Nor in the beat within a chest

Life is not a trial, or a test

Life is merely, what is left.

All life that we see takes place,

In a fraction of a blink, in the vast eyes of space.

Too often we forget, the extent each moment is precious

That every person, and every life is priceless

We live in fear, forget to love, and escape in vices.

We spend so much time speaking through boxes,

Seeing through screens, and judging through filters

Reality can seem to be obnoxious.

We hate, we degrade, and become caustic.

Alas we become to those around us like night shade, yet more subtly toxic.

We begin this life with innocence

Every soul placed here is pure and true.

We know not good, and do no evil, we simply are.

As we grow, we learn to want, we learn to smile, we learn to laugh

We learn to speak, we learn to trust, we learn to love

We cling to these things, and never wish to depart until we feel that curious spark.

We begin to explore, we find hardship, and we learn to endure.

As the years tick by we find friends, as we grow, and we share with each other all we know

We speak of family, we speak of things, we speak of idols, we speak of dreams.

We begin to share, we begin to care, we begin to see ourselves when we gaze upon a mirror.

Suddenly life thrust upon our youth, something new.

Feelings of Envy, feelings of loss, feelings that make us feel empty.

Many avoid these, by sharing.

They give their burden for others to carry

Or maybe find others also suffering, that they might find sympathy and not feel so lonely.

We search for distraction, thirst for action, dive inside passion.

Our holes become deeper as we try to scramble out, yet find no traction.

Every dejection, rejection, oppression

Makes our hole a bit bigger of a depression.

Upon inspection, you could see all pains that afflict any human being.

But from our own holes it can be hard to think, of how much deeper others can sink.

We seek reprieve, and find it absent,

We seek compassion, only to greet abandonment

We grant honesty when asked for it

Yet never receive amnesty for being who we have not chosen to be

For thinking things we did not choose to think

And perceiving what we see as reality.

The world can seem so aggressive

So callous, so abrasive, so selective.

For those who dare not say what others think as if it were as they feel

They are met with scorn, ignored or shamed with zeal.

We seek so much to avoid, and avert this cycle of hurt

We tailor ourselves to look, act, and speak like the rest.

When surrounded by failures we choose to fail,

Around defectors we become defective

Like a social plague, except we choose to be infected.

We yearn with longing to be ourselves.

We remember years of happiness and compassion, but currently find none upon our shelves

We wish to escape, to achieve tranquility, some semblance of peace,

Or we would risk everything for a moment to feel happy.

We turn to whatever we find that can bring this to us.

We pay the cost and lose all that is dear to us,

We become addicted to that short break and keep breaking until we lie broken.

Our addiction is an affliction that takes place by conscious decision

But its origin is the Disease of social implication.

We fall victim to subconscious psychological manipulation.

We insufflate substance to suffocate self-hatred,

Yet choke on what makes our discomfort feel painless.

We are plagued with a culture, that does not culture patience,

We suffer a society whose cure is more medication.

We feel as though those around us leverage our every weakness.

We lash out with meanness, but feel so guilty we are unable to make a redress

We perpetuate a broken cycle, push off responsibility so we don’t feel liable

Cast the gaze upon others faults so no one can see the ways we feel we are unlikable

What ever became of all that used to be

Of you, of him of me?

We all have eyes but choose not to see

The hate that separates the union of community

Where indeed is the humanity in humanity?

Where is compassion, where is love?

Where is courage, where is trust?

Why do we no longer tell our friends to get their dreams?

Why do we no longer strive to help them achieve?

Why do so many strive to see the only thing that they were not made to see?

Our eyes look away from oneself, yet we perceive ourselves so selfishly.

If all could strive to achieve reducing one person’s grief every day we breathe

All humans could live in harmony.

Why is life a war, and death is peace when we all are equipped with the ability to act selflessly?

We struggle against our neighbor, lie and cheat one another

 

 

 

 

We watch them grow,

We watch them learn,

Watch them and they watch us in turn.

Our children so many know of, but none shall know as I Have

My son, My child, My life

We watch them Smile,

We watch them Play,

We watch them Every Day.

As the clock spins feverishly, time melts away.

The hourglass seems so full, until at last it sits empty.

Every grain a memory, every second now to me, and eternity.

Let the lesson of necessity sink in deeply.

Love those close to you daily,

Support and encourage them fervently.

For if the whole within them is left unchecked

A hole will be all you have left.

Live life. Love all.

 

 

 Dedicated to Zach

October 3,2001 - May 5,2021

Reviews

[Carlos Lorenzo Estrada]

This really spoke to me, which good writing usually does. Continued success. And keep on writing.