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Why

Why do I write everything?
Always writing, always, always, incessantly,
Details about my small little life---
A life that is nearly always unexciting---
Filling pages, wasting paper and memory space.
Why do I write everything?
For a while, I thought that it was
So I could look back, and understand
Myself;
And this may be partly the reason.
But I don’t think it is the only one.
Why do I write everything?
I was thinking about it
The other day,
Sitting, staring off into space,
Wanting to write, and wanting to know
Why I wanted to,
And the answer
(Or what I think is the answer)
Came---
It is because I do not want to forget.

I have almost no memories of my childhood,
And I don’t know why.
There are a few vague impressions
Here and there, and a few---
Very, very few---
Actual, clear memories,
But most of it is gone;
I do not have many memories
Of later years, either:
Homeschooling, junior high,
The first years of high school---
There is not much remaining,
And what little there is
Is steadily eroding.
I read back old journals,
And remember things,
Things I hadn’t remembered I’d forgotten;
I see things in my own handwriting,
My own typed words,
That I couldn’t have remembered
Without help.

Why do I have no memories?
I have no idea.
Maybe some trauma
Early in childhood
(There is no way to know;
These things float to the surface
Of the lives of “perfectly normal” people,
Sometimes),
But that does not explain the loss
Of the years after that.
Maybe something wrong with my brain,
My memory center---there is no way to know.
But I think that deep down inside,
There is this instinct, spiritual self-preservation,
Which tells me to write, write everything,
Write it all down, and soon after it happens,
So that even if these years also disappear,
As it seems they are going to,
I will have the written words,
Memories held fast on paper,
So that I can look back on my past
By reading my forgotten writings
As others do
By simply looking back into their own minds.

Why do I write everything?
It is because I do not want to forget myself.

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Temptation

They fill the old stone tower,
Shadows dancing on the walls,
And the smoking pit befalls
Those who listen to their whisperings,
As to mortals they do call, 

For their figures are black magic
Which no mortal man may touch
With his eyes of fleeting dust---
And the men stand pale and shaking,
Lest they look, and see too much; 

And the tower now is crowded
With forgotten things of yore---
Things no man has seen before,
Or will e’er see in the future,
If his life he values more. 

But ‘tis not an easy task,
That of keeping shut their eyes,
For the spirits, as a prize,
Do their best to claim a mortal
With their ancient, damning lies--- 

With their voices sweet and lovely
They the fragile men entice,
Telling them there is no price
For a lifting of the eyelids
And a glimpse of their demise. 

And the case has been the same
Ever since, with longing look,
Woman fruit forbidden took
When the firstborn of the demons
Snared her with his scaly hook. 

And the evil in the tower,
Growing hungrier each day,
Waits for simple Man to stray---
Waits and watches, ever yearning,
For man’s heart to have its way.

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Invincible

See! how man,
Exalted---in his eyes---
Flies in the face of all
Th'immortal universe,
And says, “I will prevail!
I will have triumph!”
And flings his arms, outstretched,
To heaven's skies---
Then crumples to the earth
In his mortality.
He is no master;
He is as the bird
Whose fragile form before
The roaring ocean
Dances, thinking himself
Invincible,
And then is swept away
By holy rage---
By wrath which threw
The tow'rs of Babylon
Into the earth,
Gave Egypt's army
To the sea,
And burned the city of Lot,
With all its evil.
And, looking up, man spies
With growing terror
The fearsome anger
Of the Great Almighty,
And trembles, seeing now
What he has spurned,
And covers his face
With arms he thought touch'd Heaven.

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The Ocean

She comes up, rising, like the tide,
And all around her, they say she's mad;
But she is the ocean, deep and wide,
And that's the reason she wants so bad,
And that's the reason it hurts so bad,
And that is the longing,
And that is the ache,
And that's the reason they say she's mad.

And every time she gains her strength
And the waters rise---the sun comes clear,
And tries the ocean's swell to break;
But look at her eyes: she has no fear,
Except of the ocean, bleak and drear---
And this is the dying,
And this is the dark,
But it keeps her alive when the sun comes clear.

There is nothing on earth that can save her now,
Except for maybe the cloud and rain---
But always, always, the sun the comes out
And tries to drive the clouds away;
But the ocean's swell cannot be tamed---
And this is the fire,
And this is the soul,
And the sun can't kill the cloud and rain.

All around her, they say she's mad,
But they can see the waters rise,
And they don't know that she hurts so bad,
But they can see the fire in her eyes;
And they don't hear the way she cries---
And that is the struggle,
And that is the pain,
But always, always, the ocean will rise.

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Memorium

Skin and bones,
And the muscles straining---
I'm sorry, brother,
For your painful self-loss.
The eyes that had
The spark, silver-blue,
And the smile that held
Your life---drained now.
The silver ran down
Your ghost-thin cheek,
And you said that you were tired.

You lay back,
Like a fragile bird
With a body too heavy
For its wings;
Your breath was like a butterfly,
Flitting;
Your empty eyes, that last night,
Searching first, gradually still,
And you said that you were tired.

I had never seen you so pale,
So still,
Never witnessed the final hours;
I had expected it would come
With sweeping dramatics,
With sudden gloom,
But it was soft; it crept
And purred,
Nestled close, and whispered
To you.
And, in the end,
You smiled, and accepted---
All you said, that last night,
Was that you were tired.