Au revoir, à mon coeur et à mon âme

Walking pathways of death as respectful as one is able,

You find an occasional numb in the midst of being overwhelmed or unknowing of what to do and how to feel.

Faces of those who might know the area as home are illumined and regarded,

Faces of those visiting are studied as well out of curiosity,

And then those who are seeking a new home in this unfamiliar land;

They are the ones who you do your best to assure they have been seen,

While the world may seemingly pass them by.

In a world on edge,

Below ground can be a place to find peace.

When walking caverns that have become hallowed halls of history,

A certain stillness is found even when actively observing your surroundings;

knowing you’ve temporarily escaped the chaos and noise of society above.

In refining one’s self, you find that you also lose pieces of your “self”;

It makes you wonder if it’ll all be worthwhile,

or if it will be just another phase or season.

Something meant for a scrapbook rather than a defining step forward as a human,

Compulsion rather than immersion.

My critical eyes have been poked many times over,

But I believe the time has come to gouge them out.

For I’d rather gain knowledge blindly and objectively,

then have the privilege of sight but also the handicap of unneeded critique.

With bones dislocated, emotions suppressed or dead, and a mind rather empty;

What good would I pose as just another spoon fed oaf?

As I prepare to leave,

I don’t have a final destination.

As the mirror reflects a face that is familiar,

I don’t immediately acknowledge it as my own.

Maybe a shadow of someone I knew,

Or someone I’d rather forget I met.

Just a sketch of someone or something,

From a place no longer existent.


No Title Wanted

Some treat youth as a state of lack,

And yet so often the aged complain or remark at having various types of lack.

One particular thing that is said to escape youth is intelligence;

While I agree that many people refuse to be teachable

or always in a state of learning,

To say that being youthful means you lack intelligence; only proves that the person who’s making such statements lacks intelligence themselves.

They have already determined that through experience,

People who are youthful generally lack intelligence;

Generally speaking, this prevents any bright young individual from being noticed.
Only leaving the gift of intelligence to wither away.
Not for any reason beyond it’s discovery coming quicker to one person than another.
Another observation I’ve made amidst this aging process; the entitlement complex that seems to increase once an individual gains a certain lawful right according to their chronological age.
It’s as if their age has in an ultimately meaningless way, has somehow upgraded their willfulness from slightly childish to completely childish.
The fact that they can get what they want, when they want, and how they want simply because the “numbers” or their age is of legal requirement.
And down the spiral of entitlement, fueled by a whole mess of things whether it be emotional or irrationality, they go.
Why not instead of despising the age of others, or even ourselves; let’s agree to try enjoying this process of aging in all it’s various degrees and phases?