time (out)

so finite

so fleeting

listen

hear it

the slow,

steady

tick

tock

the timer

set long ago

forgotten now

there won't be enough time

imagine the next breath you take

is to be your last...changes things, doesn't it?

you can't buy any more than you have. ever.

justifying your future to validate your past

tilting at windmills, wasting your moments

rules to a game you never asked to play

so stop playing

walk away...now

take your life and go

you can...it's your life

live for today

yesterday's gone

no promise of tomorrow

know yourself

always make it count

this is not a test

don't leave your life

unlived...

it doesn't fail you

you fail it

illusion

I'm starting to think love is an illusion, just an apparition to occupy your mind while your life slips away. I've given and given and ask only to get as good as I give. The world is too caught up in it's selfish pursuits to see the big picture. We facebook and we tweet, but we refuse to be part of a real, challenging, requires-some-assembly relationship. Love lost is our loss...

wonderment (unfinished)

almost touching

you and I

soft and sexy

tactile sensation

burns so hot

feeling vertigo

spinning and dizzy

brought on by....

lost in this wonderment

my awe has been struck

knowing and doing

two entirely different aspects

my heart gets away from me

...secretly...I let it go

I won't slow my roll

no interest in stopping

if you won't keep up

you'll get left behind

pay attention

look alive

know the difference

between wants and needs

sometimes you need a want

don't watch as it slips away

my brother

anthony scott

november 15, 1971 - january 11, 2012

born in biloxi mississippi

the youngest of three boys

a beautiful soul who never understood the world

...nor the world him

I remember this August afternoon, last time we were together...

I'll miss you bro. It was a lovely train wreck.

at least you're free...

scott and daughter kayla fall 2011...............me...................my brother

no limits, no fear

sometimes

when it's quiet

I think I can hear

ghosts of my life creeping up on me

quiet footfalls of the choices I live in

I've never been happier

or more scared the sky is falling

choices, the idea of what can be

there's safety in the way you look at me

terror in the starkness of that beauty

excited and unsteady

drunk on the possibilities

your smile, my hope for tomorrow

feel my heart, pounding out a rhythm

pieces of me, coming together, almost whole

something so simple

my voice shakes

when I speak of home...

yeah...

new skin

...the start of a new year

the opportunity to begin anew

take it, embrace it, live it...