Secrets remain shrouded, unspoken,

yet I see them seep

into the spaces between breaths.

Truth, as it stands,

refuses the grasp of words—

it thrives in the moments

we dare not recount.

The echo of vanity

envelops everything I once chased,

leaving me at odds

with the reflection staring back.

Comfort is fleeting, or perhaps,

it never truly existed for me.

I hold to the notion they told me—

that truth is what we shape it to be.

Still, my hands shake beneath its weight,

There is a stillness
free from torment,
free from concern,
free from turmoil.
A world without

Sun kissed hues,
That pours through.
Iridescent glass,
In this early portal,
As day proceeds night.

Dust fairies fly,
Amidst this vision.
Gentle whispers,
Seek no harm,
Roaming around the room.

And if you listen,
A rhythmic ticking,
Fills the void.
Like a countdown
But to what?

You've been with me,
around me,
for the last two weeks.
It is as if you have been following me.
The other day
someone tried to remember me,
but they could not
because you were not there.
You should have seen
the look on his face.
I just smiled,
because there was always a "we",
and we were always together.

Often these days
the following genuine sentiment
Matthew Scott Harris
doth wish to share one son,
cuz twenty years after mother succumbed
courtesy of terminal illness
that ravaged her body.

Waiting…
Waiting…
Waiting…
The dial-up connection
is finally complete.
Navigate to Napster
and find a song
you love.
Find another and another.
The last is found,
and the download has begun.

Waiting…
Waiting..
Waiting…
The download
is nearly complete when the
phone rings, and…
The connection is lost.
After several words about
the ruination of my playlist,
I check the caller ID.
Mom called again!

Secrets are secret
Truth cannot expound
Everything is vanity
No comfort to be found

Truth is relative
or so it is, they say
Life for us is short
no time to dry the hay

What Truth will illumine
Lies would then conceal
with ebony tusks uncover
wounds that would not heal

Once I had a dream, but it was misplaced,
Tucked in a corner, a shadowed space.
Whispers of hope that no one could hear,
Misunderstood by the ones held dear.
At the core of the storm, I stood so still,
Fighting the wind with a trembling will.
Called for an encore, but silence laughed,
Left in the dark with a sound like baff.
The road was rough, with no clear sign,
Just stars above and a crooked line.
I stitched my wounds with threads of grace,
Wore my past like a proud old lace.

A face of worry, and of fear,
Eyes that weep blood stained tears.
Each line a tale of sorrows told,
The truth behind each lie that's sold.

A heart that feels every suffering call,
And I wish, I could stop their fall.
But a determined mind is all I've got,
To call out this evil, in their wicked plot.

My soul reaches out, demanding peace,
An end to suffering, for wars to cease.
Yet my silent refusal, seems not enough,
To rise above corruption's stuff.

plus I batten down the itty bitty hatches
courtesy Avast Random Password Generator,
and keep track of alphanumeric
near impossible to crack passwords
incorporating a special symbol
such as exclamation point
painstakingly recording passwords
courtesy OpenOffice document.