Tomorrow Gets Me Through the Past

"They left us alone, the kids in the dark to burn out forever, or light up a spark. We come together state of the art. We'll never surrender, the kids in the dark. So let the world sing, 'What a shame beautiful scars on critical veins. 'Come together state of the art. We'll never surrender. "

                                                                                                                                                   ~ All Time Low

~ Tomorrow Gets Me Through the Past ~

Tomorrow equals new experiences.

Tomorrow    IS the narrow versus the Broad.

Tomorrow   IS a choice That reinvents Itself as the events Get Closer.

Tomorrow   IS Always in the Now, so Get up and Dance.

A smile filling my eyes as I learn to discover rather than cower.

A moment of jubilee when I find out that change is not as bad as it seems.

More of this and that.

And less of that and this.

For tomorrow  IS the Day That starts yesterday.  

Finding out that fear is no longer part of my arsenal.
That time when it is okay to wander and not find anything at all.

Tomorrow   IS Never Alone and today IS filled with Sparks.

A smile filling my face as I learn to drive and not let go.

A smile that tells me that running away is not the answer.

A moment of jubilee when I realize that letting go is just another part of the day.

For letting go is a double edged sword used for the good and for the tarnished.

Tomorrow   Divides into three.

The past, present, and the future.

All rolled into one caring moment where the choice is made.

As I run and not let myself equal the impossible.

Even though I miss and I mourn.

Even as I am filled with sadness that I will not get to see them.

I know they are safe.

I know that life takes a strange path to find an answer that was always there.

Here I go weeping for joy.

Here I go dancing this day into the next.

Here I go taking in feeling and using it for good.

Here I Go looking for tomorrow  Which IS just like looking for today.  

Tomorrow  equals new experiences.

Tomorrow   IS the path less Traveled and more Traveled by others.

Tomorrow   IS missing the ones I hold Dearest.

But for now I tell you I love you.

I love you more than you know.

But we know, that we are never not together.

Because tomorrow  IS where the memories and the Present collide to form the new and exciting.  

Tomorrow  IS a lways in the Past and the Now.

So get up and dance to the new.

Dance to the present, and the past.

So get up and dance to the undecided.

Because we all know that the meaning will be with us and reveal itself when our eyes stop looking.  

But please do not stop looking at the same stars.
Or even the same sun and moon.
For even if the sun is a star.
It is the one that will truly guide me home. 

Scheduling My Trip to Mars

"The power of youth is on my mind. Sunsets, small town, I'm out of time.

Will you still love me when I shine, from words but not from beauty?"

~Lana Del Rey

~Scheduling My Trip to Mars~

I plan to schedule conflict.

To go to my calendar and find out when I will fight with you.

Three days from today I will fight.

I will fight about how I am worth more than me.

I plan to mark down another day to fall apart.

A day where I fall to my knees.

Seven days from today I will break.

I will break to show how I need to die before I can grow.

This life is a series of events strung together by multicolored threads.

Woven strands making a tapestry of grace filled holes.

An imperfect form and delivery.

A colorful representation of the pain and beauty of this world. 

September second seems like a good day to smile.

It does not look to interfere with any other activities this year.

I wonder if the smile should come with a laugh?

Or should it happen and then pass, to move onto sadder things? 

The landscape escapes the mere mention of my name.

The grass grows and turns from green to brown.

The rolling hills move horizontally in a world that wants to sink.

Digging craters to make it to Mars seems okay to me. 

A flower is near these hands.

With the dirt caking my fingers as I dig.

Staring at its hues I smash it into the ground and tell it to grow again.

To dig is to reach a destination that may not be scheduled.

I plan to put down a day to open my mouth in a musical fashion.

A day to express with more than written word. 

Ten years from now seems to be a good day to sing.

I mark down the day, but deciding if the song is happy or sad is another few days away.

Deciding to sing is harder than deciding to dig.

For Mars is closer than Home.

For Home is farther and further and all the in between. 

Deciding to dig is a lot easier to do than to engage in a meaningful way. 

When I arrive on Mars I will take a rocket to the moon.

For Mars has the means to build imagination days.

And when I reach the moon I will look to the Earth,

And realize I smiled a day early.

A day early or a day too late.

A time to throw away the schedule and go with what is today.

To engage in the color and accept the holes.

To forgive this world of its imperfection and learn to live with what I have been given.