Feeding the Angel of Death

               The sticky past clings to

                      your daily tasks.

                   Holds you accountable:

                        To days gone by

                    Moments gone by

                  You are supplied with

                          History's lies…

        The angel of death eats your yesterdays.

                           Be Here Now.

                    The wishful future

                         has yet to be.

                      You give possibilities

                       To your dreams.

                     To hopes,  To prayers,

                 You give it away

                       before it arrives

                it is packaged in yesterday’s.

             The angel of death ate yesterday.

           Now Is All There Is

              The past meets the future,

                bound tight at their seam.

                 where is the space called

                       Now to breathe?

              Suffocated in the in between.

                      Is this the Dream?

                 Deaths belly is never full.

                       Better Now than never.

               If Now is to be, can you let go

                of the story your past clings to

                   to torture your soul?

               You fling your past beyond

                          your Now. 

                    To be held in the arms

                      of a future that

                           somehow

                 You imagine,

                       You believed,

                        You were told it is so…

             Already swallowed by death’s Angel moments ago.

                         Gone is yesterday

                      Tomorrow will wait                            

                         This moment is yours

                               Your Angel just ate.