Contradicting Scott's Arguement

My friend asked me why we celebrate New Year's. He argued that it's a pointless holiday, because humans invented time, and why celebrate something that isn't real?

I think it's to celebrate time to come. To mark the difference between past and future.. I think it's to give us optimism and opportunity to leave the past behind and look foward to what can be and what will be ahead of us. I agree that the marker itself doesn't exist, because we made it up. But past and future still exist. Time is the line between the two. Otherwise, we wouldn't be able to distinguish between them clearly. So I think it's a tangible holiday for the intangible concepts of new beginnings and opportunity.

For You

I'm happy that you're happy, boo
But I wonder why I can't be, too

My Golden Rules

Hold your dreams close, your love tight, and your head high. Always have the courage to push forward. Learn from past mistakes and never be ashamed of what you've done: yesterday is the reason you made it to today. You're alive when you learn to accept that there's always going to be a lifetime behind you, and if you don't look back once in a while you'll never realize how far you've come.

Pause.

2009

A torn up letter in a pocket of shame
A pointed finger, but no one to blame
A half-empty heart with so much to say
A whisper the wind steals and carries away.

Unspoken apologies that should have been said
A restless toddler, sentenced to bed
The burnt-out bulb that was never replaced
The memories that could have never been faced.

The scent that lingers but never fades
The uselessness of unsharpened blades
A scream omitted in the black of night
But no one to hear, and no one to spite.

You're the ghost that's never coming back
And the red I see and the patience I lack
You were the future that became the past
A yesterday come and gone so fast.

But that yesterday, it's always ours
The battle wounds; the cuts and scars
A yesterday I wouldn't take back if I could
A promise kept; I knew you would.

A lighter, nearly out of gas
But the fire burns, through shattered glass
The memories clutched 'til the end of time
The one thing they can't do: rewind.

Dear Barbie:

Your fake tan's fading and your smile's degrading..
Tell me, are you proud of what you are?
Cake on the make up and shake off the breakdown..
Time will never heal the scars.
You'll regret the path you chose someday,
And the life you lost along the way

The Cycle

Modified "Found" Poem from Cannery Row -- 2009

Nerve racking.
It's the little things that make the difference,
The full impact.
Struggling old horrors,
Constant attention.
A kind of edge
For God's sake;
Margin of safety.
Everything was all right...
Such a wonder of God.
Someone Who loved and understood
Small difficulties And
The infinity of possibility...
Fate took a hell of a lot of trouble.

Madame Defarge

"Found" Poem from A Tale of Two Cities -- 2009

Quick eyes, watching eyes, flashing eyes
By no means delecate
Necessary faith, fatigue.

Shout and shed tears
Disdainful faces of despise
Advantage
A faint and bare existance.

Faces of pride,
So expressly unconscious
Doomed to destruction
Royalty and Nobility

Vengence and retribution
Always advancing
Faint of heart, left behind
It is the rule.

Knitting, still knitting
Knitting away assiduously
So particularly determined
As plain to her as the sun.

In every possible way,
Always preparing, a little depressed
She tied a knot around the King and Queen
Long live the Devil.