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“Too Late To Remember” by Trevor Witt

Too late to remember
The poems of my wandering delirium,
The words have left,
Though some of the feelings remain.
How can I convey what I felt?
When I – the feeling, the thought, the body –
Have transformed through sleep and work and food,
Into something other than what I was?
I have mutated, evolved,
Confusing myself,
Unsure of who I am,
Or, rather, unsure of my own
Definitions, judgements, labels.
I was who I was.
And I am who I am.

“Crypto Currency” by Trevor Witt

Crypto currency,
Hidden value,
Value for whom?
What can it do?
There was a time
When good deeds carried weight,
Built reputations, garnered respect,
But the current currency of our era –
As if we live in a separate time,
An epoch light years ahead of our predecessors –
Is mostly digital, held in place by servers,
Floating in the ether, beyond the physical realm.
Whereas cash and gold were the coin of the powerful,
Now, electronic ledgers keep track of our accounts – our “net worth”,
As if my worth were determined by a bank,
As if my work ethic, passion, or intelligence could be regulated.
And we think we are ahead of the curve,
Beating a parabolic rise towards progress,
With a hidden dollar, unregulated,
Except by masses of servers,
Given credence by no government,
Except those seeking to declare themselves trendy,
Accepted by few businesses, as it is highly unstable,
Volatile as a drunk uncle and a high brother at a family gathering with exes.
This “bit” coin will bite us in the ass,
Unless we reassess our understanding of value,
The meaning of our relationships,
With governments and businesses, family and friends,
Money has no meaning without me and you.

“Tomorrow is Monday” by Trevor Witt

Tomorrow is Monday,
And I have no plan,
Except for facing my fears,
Driving me towards actions,
Motivated by the fear of death,
One last day, one more effort,
One more chance,
So I let them know,
And I let you know,
I love you,
You, and my family, and friends,
They know.
And I tell them when I think of them,
And I work, I work myself to death,
Because I do not want to die,
Without my vision being built,
I cannot stop,
Except that maybe I am holding on,
To your vision of me, of my vision,
I was afraid of you letting go,
And then you did,
And now I am lost,
So tomorrow is Monday,
And I worked all weekend,
And I am off tomorrow,
But I don’t want to let go,
I want to be “on”, all the time.
So tomorrow I will work,
Non-stop,
And the day after that,
And the day after that.

“For Loves Lost” by Trevor Witt

For loves lost and hearts broken,
For regretted remarks and words never spoken,
For teary eyes and warm, salty cheeks,
For hope malnourished, anemic, and weak.

Photographs of us hiking,
Sent my blood pressure spiking,
Even though I,
Try to let go,
Photos of us looking at wedding venues,
It may be old news, but it gives me the blues,
The feelings rush back,
Like a heart attack.

Feeling abandoned and alone,
I sink like a stone,
In a lake of sorrow,
I hope to feel
The hope of tomorrow.

I know I have to move forward,
But my memories still cut like a sword.
I know you didn’t mean any harm,
But now my heart lives with my childhood dog,
Upstate, at some farm.

Things could have been different.
I could have taken another path.
I am not blameless.
You too may carry heartache and wrath.

But now we make new choices each day,
Choosing to exorcise our demons with our words in a way.
Despite it all, I carry love, for you, in my heart.
Now, this seems like the end of a story, but, maybe, it’s only a start.

“Take a Ten” by Trevor Witt

Take a ten,
Give yourself a break,
The problems of the present,
The challenges of the moment,
Will remain when you get back.