Always

Falling, falling like the snow.
You run towards me and hold out your arms.
You catch me and I gasp at my luck.
How could something so delicate, so nice, so sweet.
Appear that one night and save me from harm?
You and I, both like snow, blanketed across a landscape without muck.
So serene, so fantastical, life was incomplete
Until that fateful night that we both know.

Chance, chance. Odds and statistics.
How can something so unlikely happen at all?
A flower blooms in the winter
A snowflake lands on another.
Certainly on something it had to fall
But now the two are impossible to sever.
They are one now and forever.
Could it be chance, or fate, the divine logistics?

Does it matter the method?
Only the perfection of the chemical bonds.
The two snowflakes are in heaven.
And their icy love will always burn strong.

Whenever you fall I will catch you
Whatever at all I can to help you.

We are snowflakes that will never melt.

Abscond.

Chestnuts and borders crack broken.
Rockets tell swordsmen it's over.
Women walk weeping through cities.
Golems seize order from chaos.
No one is left to live hopeful.

Heaven is meant for blessed, favored
People, and devils, but good are
Burning unjustly like bread in
Ovens without a hope living,
Justice is dead and sin vivid.

Broken and hopeless not dying
Relentless, and harrowed, not caring.
Worthless is caring to silence.
Pavement cold, blackened says very
Much of our torture, and little:

Hope has not vanished it flourished
Life is not torture it's beauty.
Heaven's not idyll it's poisoned.
Torture's not evil it's blissful.
Listen, illusion will falter.

And then it drips away like water.

Bread

Bread

"A loaf of bread, and a hat", I said

Are the only things I've ever had.

One is to keep me full and fed

And the other just caps my head.

The rich, they told me, "soon you'll be dead,

A man can't survive with no job and no bed.

You need a career, a life, a wife, and a roof over your head"

So then I decided they were right, one night,

That a man with nothing to bite, just might

Go seek out a different life, no strife,

And finally be an apple ripe, no pipe.

I begin my passion

I learn the fashion

Trends and all else that happens

I pack in, clothes and books, to my sack and

Then I learn to educate myself and begin to be flapping.

My wings spread wide,

From my passion no one hides,

Because they can't, I'm too driven, too strong to ever give in.

Nothing will stop me nothing's in my way,

And my hard work has paid off, my loans are the same.

I made it to the top, in my industries I'm the head,

But I always look back to when I was almost dead.

The days when I had no roof, just a cap up on my head.

And the days when the only food I had was bread.

Beautiful Day

A Beautiful Day

by Matthew D. Ciaramitaro

Look at your hands, your thumbs, your feet.

Feel the contour of flesh, the texture of meat.

It is magnificent to think of how I am me.

There is no one alike, we all are unique.

Feel the roughness of hair, the shape of your bones.

Touch the lobes of your ears. Hear the beautiful tones

Of a scream, a song, a speech a moan.

Any sound is beautiful, from symphony to stone.

The perfect imperfections on your body are beautiful.

Each tells a tale that could never be dull.

The tales fill a bucket that will never be full,

But the incompleteness of the stories are what makes life feel whole

The smell of a rose, the taste of a drink,

We take for granted these things, but I hope it will sink

Into your mind just to stop and think

How lucky you are to be able to blink.

The fact that you exist is a miracle of the world.

Appreciate your life before it's unfurled.

I walk through the woods

A soul

Alone

I think of the woulds

The coulds

The won'ts

I soon hear a sound

Its bright

But faint

But then there's a round

I jump

I faint

I'm covered in it

It's red

It's paint?

My head has been hit?

It hurts

The pain.

I see its face though

The noise

Maker

It's vile and gross

With lips

That curl

I run but I can't

My legs

Won't move

I feel that I shan't

Live on

To prove

My purpose was real

Not false

Or wrong

But now I can feel

Purpose

Is gone

Still so much to do

No dreams

Fulfilled

With nothing to prove

I would

Prove still

I cry to the world

"Not now!

Too soon!"

Its lips are still curled

Eyes dark,

Cold stone

Malice in its heart

Its soul

Its mind

It goes through my heart

My soul

My mind

The knife takes away

All that

Was mine

The future looked bright

But now

I'm blind

I think of the woulds

The coulds

The won'ts

I walk through the woods

A soul

Alone.

Be a Rock

As a boulder rolls down a mountain,
It crumbles, it breaks.
But then the dust begins clouding
Whether the pieces are together or apart.
However so, they fall in the same direction.
They were one, but move together as two parts.
So one they still are, the fractures made fractions
Of the whole that the boulder once was,
But even with a hole in the heart of the stone,
The hole becomes a hearth, and even through the dust.
The pieces find each other, and are never alone.

As a boulder rolls down a mountain,
it breaks until all thats left is a few stones,
One stone is thrown into a fountain,
Others are brought into peoples homes,
Yet the stones will always be a part of the boulder
The stones are the boulder whether in tandem or isolated.
Even as the world begins to smolder.
Each stone dies as it was created.

As the boulder rolls, it begins to rain.
The rain falls unto a wildfire.
Two things so separate, so different, yet the same.
They join, and one becomes wetter and the other becomes drier,
Yet entirely, the two are now one, floating together in the air.
And even when the clouds and the rain tear them apart,
the water will alway find the fire somewhere.
Whether it art by weather, or art by art.
Thy fire burns ferociously and thy lake sits calmly,
Yet thy fire is so soothing, and thy lake becomes a rapid.
My passion lives no matter what becomes thee,
And the fire's love for the rain can never be vapid.

As the boulder rolls down a mountain,
The rain falls unto a wildfire.
As one becomes many, there's no discounting.
That many will become one, and together they will acquire

An eternal existence within the other,
that draws them back to each other.
But in being the same neither can be an other.
Even when apart from one another.

As the boulder rolls down a mountain,
A beginning begins an end, and ends a beginning.
As the rains falls unto a wildfire,
An end ends a beginning and begins an end.

Go. Do.

I want to go.
I don't want to go anywhere, nor somewhere
Nor everywhere, nor nowhere,
Simply to go.

I want to do.
I don't want to do anything, nor something,
Nor everything, nor nothing.
Simply to do.

I want to move without destination,
I want to be as sporadic and random
As the digits of e, of pi, of phi.
I seek to exist transcendentally and physically concurrently.

I want to act without cause,
I want a purpose, but one to act desultory,
Like an algorithm attempting to be random.
I attempt this to no avail, as every road leads somewhere,
Every action has a cause,
And every life, must have purpose.

The Ravings of a Poet

What once was, forever taken it is.
What rises from the sea, will someday return.
As the sun was born from dust, so dust shall burn the sun
And the cycle of birth and death continues.

The words I write will last a while,
And slowly they'll reenter my mind.
A thought once forgotten, dead in my head,
That lived in my writing comes home.

A reunion between mind and thoughts,
A somber celebration, as the scribblings are lost
The ravings of a mind relayed to others now dead,
Born again in the mind of the creator.

A leaf falls off of a tree
As it decays, it becomes the soil,
the soil that the tree consumes through its roots,
Funny, as the roots of the meal are in the tree itself.

So then we look at the roots of the route
Through which the mind has traveled,
A path, like a pathogen, almost contagious in nature,
One nurtured through thought, and forever increasing in complexities

Yet the complexity must peak, and entropy must ensue
The mind will degrade until it returns to its infancy
The path will loop to its beginning, and this pathogen affects all.
No mind is immune, and the end is the beginning, emptiness.

An empty mind has the capacity to learn all
But has no special features itself.
A cargo box is useful, but pointless without cargo.
The dead have no cargo, but death to life it goes

From ashes to ashes from dust to dust, from clichè to petty clichè.
The repetition, is true, but false.
The ending is just a beginning, but the beginning is not the same as the start.
The ending of a star can be a burst of light, but its new life is different.

Uniqueness is the difference between the ashes
Difference keeps the dust unique.
No two things are the same, even if they are the same thing.
As the end begins, and the beginning ends, the cycle of rebirth becomes a a vector

A vector of progress,
Showing that there is no cycle of reincarnation
Rather a cycle of change in a single thing,
Aimed towards an ultimate uniqueness.

As that sun burns out, and releases its last spec of energy,
Small dust particles are born.
They are not the hot mess that made the sun,
But a hot mess made from the sun.

A birth to one is a death to another
A new beginning is a much-needed end
To all perspective, and to none the tunnel,
Drawn with perspective, but representing a lack thereof.

Contradictions are everywhere, yet nowhere can you find them
For something true cannot in itself be false.
But the falsehood itself is a truth, and so the truth is a lie.
The cycle is a truth that lies to those involved.

The you after you is not the same as you.
The you, you are now, is you; you aren't you in the future.
Change is inevitable, and all change is bad
(All change is good as well) Where do you stand, in the well, or above it?

The life of life is long and prosperous, but its death will bring a new age.
Is there a different life to come from the life, life once lived?
Yet at that time, these ravings of a poet will be long forgotten,
And have returned to my mind in a new perspective.

Organized Chaos

  The world is made of glass, and a rock has         just broken through
     The           world has shattered, as if by          some revolutionary         breakthrough.
The rock         is a revolution, and to us           he just threw
A pebble        from the moon,          on            a trip now through.

            But as t    he shards collide, a new standard is set
As the grains divide,       the shards, land in a set
     The pattern of               chaos      is order, order chaos set
And so a bridge was           built, but a rock won the set

                                         And so begins the race
Two distinct in race
                As chaos        thrives my heart will race
                                                    But the expansion of order will too race.

        From order,                       chaos comes through
And the sporadically              changing norms show that nothing is set,
And once you see beauty in entropy, you find that chaos and order are of the same race.

Friends No More

Friends No More

 

 

Once I was your friend, 

But it seems that's reached it's end

The world is a bowling ball, 

And we are both just pins.

  

Never again will we laugh and talk 

And never again will I be mocked 

You've severed the rope that connected us,  

And now I fall towards rocks 

 

My emotions are just a string, just twine 

That you twist and that you wind, 

That you light aflame most days 

And that you treat as grime 

 

My jokes to you are dirt 

And to me that just hurts, 

So I dug a hole through my jokes 

And buried myself so you'd smirk. 

 

The others you speak of, you treat me the same. 

I am a cat in the ocean and you are to blame 

For the ocean comes from me, 

And from you the emotions came.  

 

My mind is a stone and you are a drill, 

Into the stone you went a little. 

At first it felt good, but then the stone cracked 

And there isn't a cure because I am not ill. 

 

You are a truly sick man 

You are just an empty can 

After I remove the cover the lies you told are clear 

So I've just one demand. 

 

Please sir, next time drill into yourself show us all the scam. 

I do not regret knowing you, I regret that our friendship was a sham.

Deleterious to Health

I've got a cot with shingles wrought.
I clean each drop off of the cot
But still, I find so many blots.
I work, I ache, I sleep, I wake,
And yet, I find, my cot, still breaks.

They talk of how my hands turn black
With soot, from keeping it intact,
yet me my cot has sought attack,
I fight, I lose, I yield, I lose,
It seems, I've lost, the will to move.

My work, in vain, caused great disdain
to me, my name, and all in this game.
Each day, I claim, it bursts aflame.
I fix, I change, but it's ephemeral.
I never will escape the peril.

I want simply a chance to lead
A day where once I can be free
A day where once I can attack ,
I choose, I pick, I aim, I miss
There is never a day where I get success.

Yet friends, they come, they lift the load.
To me their worth is more than gold.
They are what I would not forebode.
Family, and friends, and love, they send.
They keep my life from bitter end.