Maybe, they told me. Maybe.
For stretches, for weeks, it’s a same old day,
but my brain starts to hum whenever I remember,
Maybe, it tells me. Maybe today.
.
.
Oh! The anticipation! Will it be? Won’t it? It’s like waiting for lottery numbers to be drawn.
equity shares
reflect inequity
equity dreams
reflect iniquity
equity seems
a dream to be
Jamais être pris vivant,
for to be martyred to a great cause
is man’s greatest achievement;
a sacrifice of love,
so say the rolls of honour,
and the government never lies.
Jamais être pris vivant,
for to return from horror
is to revisit it in dreams,
to sacrifice freedom of mind
and peaceful sleep.
Jamais être pris vivant,
for the love waiting for you
will not tolerate your absence,
will battle with the darkness
will pull you into light.
Jamais être oublié vivant,
for a life embracing love
triumphs despite nightmares,
for hope defeats death.
.
.
I just finished viewing the whole 2nd half of Outlander season one today, and then flipped back to “The Watch.” The French army toast “Never be taken alive!” seemed particularly poignant in light of Claire’s efforts to pull Jamie back from the brink, hence this poem.
When you choose what brings you joy
When you choose who gives you laughter
When you choose what makes you sing
When you choose who really matters
Then each moment and each thing
you do, makes happiness deploy.
I wait for the elevator.
She waits for the elevator.
They wait for the elevator.
We wait for the elevator.
Wait
Wait
Wait
for the elevator.
Rap Rap Rap, cane on elevator door.
“We’re working on it!” come the call.
Wait.
Wait.
Wait.
for the elevator.
and that is beginning
and that is ending
and that is continuity
and that is blessing
and that is leaving
and that is receiving
and that is you
and that is me
and that is we
Thank you
though you broke my heart into pieces
that never quite went back together the same way again,
Thank you.
You said I knew you better than anyone. I floated on those words
hopeful they meant forever.
You knew and every word was true.
But knowing didn’t mean staying.
Knowing meant facing painful truths
Knowing didn’t erase you,
it released me.
Thank you.
Snapshot
image of this place
image of these faces
image of our laughter
after time passes
memories encased in this
snapshot
In a minute
we can rage
strife chagrin
strife mend
In a minute
all can change
life begin
life end.
In a minute
In a second
Breath
Gone.
,
,
RIP Mickey. Can’t believe it.
(We lost one of our former grads today. 😥 )
Like
attracts
like.
Happiness
brings
happiness.
Choose
your
poison?
Me,
I
like
laughter.
Shawn L. Bird 