Gimbal Lock
A leap beyond forgotten lands.
Render me outside my mind.
Coasting marooned. A space of a man.
She’s gimbal locked on ascent.
Ribbons hanging from the stars.
There’s only self. You’re not so far.
Who are you to think that you are?
Chamber pressure fumes.
Holding closely to my fear.
She’s tangled in my mind.
We spare what we can give.
Left the world behind.
What’s a world outside your mind?
A moonshot unmanned.
-November 17, 2005-
Starlight
The sky slowly stepped aside,
Rolling back its eyes and softly giving rest.
The stars awoke so I'm not alone,
As the moon filled the clouds with white light.
Swirls of translucent grace,
Tranquility to replace-
The pain in my heart, the strain in my mind.
For the stars are not born of tears,
Rather the light of dreams,
And the reincarnation of wishes.
-June 9, 2005-
Finding Footsteps
Oxygen slowly fills my lungs as I take the first true sky,
I pull it deep within me, rolling back my eyes-
Passion is the sky's, for it belongs to blue.
And I belong to wonder, but also the journey.
A person's life is many paths; some are better paved than others.
But when you find yourself down the highway remember this,
If you rush your days you will only die faster.
Life has an end that we all must one day face,
But the meaning is not a point in ones life-
But merely the footsteps we leave behind,
On a trail that no other man will ever retrace.
-May 15, 2005-