The Key to Living Forever

I used to think that there was no thing as reincarnation, or life after death, or going back in time

I used to think that there was just a black oblivion waiting for me

Sometimes, in the middle of the night, I would wake up in a sweat, darkness surrounding me, knowing that this was all I had to look forward to, my existence a speck of star dust

All that changed when I had you

In your eyes, I see my eyes, I see my face, as it was decades ago

Smooth, untouched, happy for no reason other than for being alive

I buy toys and books for you and I remember the joy I got from those toys and books, and still do

I can go on adventures with you and Winnie-the-Pooh once more

I recall the days before my uniqueness was slowly numbed by the school system, corporations, mortgage payments, bills, anxiety, and all those things that make up adult life

So through you, I go back in time

And I relive my childhood once more

You remind me of someone I know, but I don't know who, probably a distant family member from generations ago

You are a perfect mix of all those people who came before us, and you will live on long after I'm gone

And that is how I will live forever

Through you, my love for you will run deep and stretch as long as twisting rivers

Rushing through time and space itself

You'll hold your child's child one day and look up at the moon and think, who does this person remind me of?

And I'll be a glittering star in the sky, reminding you

That I still love you

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We Pretend

We pretend that we'll live forever That tomorrow will bring something better We pretend we're not made of stars As we roam the streets and bars We pretend we'll never die That our kids won't ever cry Over the loss that is our end Every student, teacher, friend Everyone we've ever known Has a constellation they call home When the moon comes out at night I look to them to see the light To all those who did pretend That their story would never end But on some nights, breezy and clear I see the stars and they feel near I can grasp one and hold it in my hand As it takes me to another land We pretend this earth is all there is to see Yet the stars and crickets have spoken to me We pretend we'll never die Because we truly won't To someone's eye

Miles Away

I refuse to sell my heart, not for twenty-five cents The auction is closed, ladies and gents I’ve already sold my eyes, when they caught sight of the streets So now everyone can see the beauty of my Italian retreat I sold my tongue for gelato, feeling so young Letting the wild berries dance around on my tongue I sold my feet when I traveled to see our Holy Mother in gold Like a saint on a mission, I’ll walk until I get old I sold my ears when I heard beautiful Aida open her lips Echoing through the theatre in which the ancients used to sit But I won’t sell my heart, it is still free For my heart belongs to God and not really to me My heart aches for home, too many miles away Yet for now I am here and I will live for today Yes, I sold my eyes to Italy; it’s all I can see How I wish you were here seeing these treasures with me I’ll try to buy back my sight, taste, and ears too So that I’ll be able to share these memories with you

On the Origin of Love

So, I was researching something that I learned in literature class today (because that is what I like doing on Friday nights). We recently read the screenplay Hedwig and the Angry Inch and one song in particular really intrigued me- "The Origin of Love." What is the origin of love? Here is a summary of Hedwig's song, based on Aristophanes' mythological philosophy that is mentioned in Socrates' Symposium. (Oh yay, story time!) Well, a long time ago, there were three sexes: the men (of the sun), the women (the earth) and the androgynous (the moon). Each sex had two heads and four legs, etc. and they were very powerful. The gods became angry with the strength of these sexes, so Zeus cut the people in half with lightning bolts. Therefore, it is now in our nature to seek a sort of completion. Meaning, we have intrinsic desires for love and sex and finding "our other half" (as cheesy as it sounds, this is exactly what Aristophanes meant). Of course, this c...

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