A Black Hole
Is The Past

For One, who lives within all, that is memory.
For One, who lives in the reflections of the past.
For the past is but shadows upon the pages of a story.
For that story becomes a black hole, no word to cast
a light upon all, for all has had the life sucked out
of any possible future, as one stands on the edge to shout,
" set me free!, let me be!, let the light shine,allow me to see
beyond the reflections, the shadows, allow me the glee
( once shared, yesterday ), to day and tomorrow,
remember yesterday, see the future without sorrow,
even if it is not for you to partake of,
step out and rise above.

Those of us who live in the past,
do so because we do not have the juice,
do so because we do not have the youth,
do so because we do not have the coin
to buy a ticket for that ride into the future.
One, who lives in the past, does so
because there was much life then,
because they believe they know
where it all will go and when.
When is now, it is here!
It is but a rear view mirror.

THE FUTURE?

Is all life being sucked into a black hole?
Will there be a worm, brilliant light in the end?,
inside of this gigantic black hole.
I have been most fortunate to have walked
among rare and exotic air, pillow talked
with many who have enthralled with their
beautiful energy, spirit and soul, beauty so fair
it gave life meaning, gave cause for one to care,
to peer into misty midnights dressed in the blues
and know all has come - by - how you choose.

B. J. "A" 2
February 26th 2011