At the start, there were many
just like me: a town full of us.
Now, my heart stays empty.
A store once stood where I
am standing. A church, once
alive, has been laid to rest.
A school that once thrived
is now a page in the history
books. A hospital that once
stood strong is long gone.
Many fled the tiny town,
and some stayed to face
the inevitable destruction
coming their way. Lives
were lost in the small war.
All I could do was watch
as fire surrounded, leaving
me stranded. Many years
later, there is only one left.
I am the man who made it.
I survived life’s greatest
test, and I see the world
for what it is. I am blessed
to be the only one left.
Shoutout to my day ones! They keep me grounded.
My day ones have been there; they have been
around. They were there to keep me safe – to help
me, even if it was late. My day ones showed me
a light that was kept from my sight. Day in,
day out, life became more important. Life
suddenly was a flame that could now be tamed.
In the midst of chaos, we would not focus on
the loss. We had fun with no attention paid
to the cost. My day ones are real ones. I know
I can count on them. They know I am there
for them, and I always have been. Day one:
our lives began. Then, we noticed the fast
hands of time. Now, we wish we can hit
rewind. Time’s flown, and my friends and I,
well, we are grown. Regardless, my day
ones may have aged, but our love for each-
other has come and has remained the same.
It looks like we are going into overtime, folks.
During regulation, the game was played without fear or
hesitation. Both teams fought, blocked, ran, stole, and shot
lights out. Fans almost had to get their lighters out.
Empty the gas tank and tie those shoes tight. One ship
will sink. One team will win, right? One team will take
flight straight to Disneyland, and the other will go home
with a fine-tooth comb: looking for what went wrong.
After all four quarters, overtime is a tall order. After long,
the game was stopped after one coach threw a chair.
The other coach pulled the ref’s hair. 50-50 with 50 seconds
left in overtime lit on the sign. The game was delayed,
and no fans stayed. Anyway, both teams left the building
before overtime was finished. No one won, but it is fine;
only some of us are lucky enough to live and see overtime.
It’s up the stairs and to the right.
Welcome to the Kingdom of Light.
We have been waiting for you.
We left the door open hoping
you would explore the other side.
We are filled with joy to enjoy
what life is left. The Kingdom
of Light accepts all walks of life.
Darkness fleets in fear of being
exposed by beams of white found
inside the Kingdom of Light.
You and I will work as a team
to resurrect a dying dream.
Let me be the first one to say
that we can turn black to grey,
grey to green, green to white,
and white to bright lights.
Welcome to the Kingdom of Light:
a happy place far out of sight.
One stone can break
a bone or it can kill
two birds with a throw.
One stone can shatter
a glass home or it can
help build a house
of one’s own. One stone
can make the difference
between what is known
and what is shown.
One stone to never be
left alone: as strong
as my own backbone.
Stones are thrown
till’ they are needed for
statues and tombstones.