Lobo

Shunned by family and pack
Its fur not white nor black
But a shade of silver spoon
Howl at yonder crescent moon
To hear only a fading echo back.

-Wren

Cups

Dreary and campfire warm
Under the dim half-lights
Over the dusty stone floor
On creaky stool and table.
He sits with a cup in one hand
And newspapers in the other
Alone reminisce a year
Where warmth shared together
Here, over a couple of cups.

Wren

Chaud Aftermath

A season's come and gone
Exams all said and done.
Teardrops and sweat beads
Of progress, been  the seeds.
Vent emotions were shed 
Reason, born from the dead.
Texts, tabs and notes all closed;
Thoughts into earth decomposed.
Snow led to dénouement
Like a clean white swan.
And here today I sip
No black coffee on lip.
But a chocolat chaud
And a tired soul lauds.

-Wren

5th Boulevard and Hope Street

The first boulevard was crossed with unease.
Thoughts, numbers, and memories.
Step by step, add and balance to find
About the calculations that determine:
What is this within my water aliquot?

Second boulevard was passed with anxiety.
Puzzle of various structures and lines.
Acerbic compounds churn in alkaline.
Forming acetals as in my salicyclics
For hourly aspirins to soothe headaches.

Soon walking by the third boulevard
In the domains of tiny and unseen
That lives in food, water, rock, sea,
Air, groves, sewage, and statues.
See the unseen in the mind's eye.

Fourth boulevard where the earth shakes,
Cataclysmic explosions and grand waves,
Mountains surfing boulders downhill,
And meteors cleaning slate of dinosaurs.
Early comings of the 12 21 2012.

Fifth and final boulevard of humans.
It is one thing to have knowledge,
But on this road, can you explain it?
The living unit explored to fullest,
Lyse it down in one of the pathways.

For the Hope Street that comes afterwards.
Today, I walk through the dim-lit boulevards.

Wren

Time

Is long when you spend it on something boring.
Is short when you spend it with someone you love.
Is wasted when you spend it on something that is easy.
Is spent well when you spend it on something that changes you.

Is money.
Is a gift to evolve.
Is fair for everyone.
Is short.

Is a fraction for us as individuals in society.
Is a speck of dust for society in humanity.
Is a indistinguishable pixel for humanity in the earth's history.
Is a near-zero for earth's history in the grand schema of universe.

So how will you spend your fraction of gift in this world?

-Wren