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

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