New Year

Time is quickly approaching,
Catching up to flip over the hourglass.
Like the rest of the world,
I ponder my year over the vanishing ashes in the air.

It has been a blessing and a curse.
I've been graced with all-ever increasing wisdom,
While all the while,
My precious, innocent mind removed from my body.

The beast of  darkness within,
Has not moved one since since its unexpected arrival.
I can tame it from outside the shelter,
But I cannot control it inside.

I met my beautiful lover,
And cherished her,
During the summer, Californian wind,
Where I could exhale cigar fumes and inhale oxygen.

Most important of all,
I will remember a great life that came to an end.
She was an example of, basically, how to live.
She breathed life into her children which became her lungs of circulation.

She was always kind, never broke a step into rage.
You will always stay in my heart, my bloodline.
Lola Rose,
Not a day has passed since March 7, 2014, that I never thought of you.

As our eyes wearily stare at the setting sun,
We need to continue our work.
Our passion for human rights,
And everlasting fire of bitter change.

Take hold now.
Carve your sorrow into the sculpture.
Bleed your pain onto a canvas.
Do whatever to express now than waiting later.

My New Year's Resolution: I dedicate towards turning my life into a work of art.