Leave it Behind

That rear view mirror
is like chocolate
you crave it
That rear view mirror
is bitter sweet
it's hard to forget
That rear view mirror
calls my name...
I wanna punch it
That rear view mirror
makes me regret
makes me sad
That rear view mirror
needs to disappear
so, I'll leave it behind.

So many times we find ourselves drawn to things that remind us of the past, things we need to forget and move on from. I found myself drawn to something like that today. It's an awful feeling of despair, regret...thinking... what if? But we can't change the past and some things are better off left there. Move on.
~T

Future

I see the future,
bleak but clear,
50/50, stand clear
most die, some live
systems die, lessons relived
one stands tall,
among them all
giving orders
establishing borders
change means what?
change means this
I see the future
bleak but clear
50/50, stand clear
will you die? will you live?
I cry for mine
as the system crumbles in.


This poem is open to interpetation. I wrote it after having a dream about what would happen if some disaster struck the earth. But some see it as a current political evaluation poem. I am not very opinionated in politics... So take it as you will.

The Tree in my Hand

growing roots,
grow a tree,
tree of life,
branches free,
free the sky,
drop a leaf,
bending, breaking, leave
ever changing
changes greatly needed
silly follies always repeated
bark grows thick
growing as we age
turning, yearning, moving each page
flip through the pages
move slowly
remember and never feel lonely
each branch holds its own
holding, holding, til it must let go
go, go, going, gone.
but the tree lives on.



I wrote this while I was in a phase where I was a little obsessed with the image of the celtic Tree of Life. I was drawing pictures of it all the time and I just couldn't stop using it as creative inspiration.