In the poem there is a metaphysical aspect regarding the beginning of everything.  Quantum physics says that matter can spontaneously appear out of a vacuum, as if nothingness is something.  While the duality of the poem seeks to portray a message that is relatable to the desperation of feeling you have nothing but potential… and yet the emptiness of everything as in knowing nothing.  There is a thought of preconception, when we are nothing but potential, but at the end of our life we have everything we will ever have but it will not be enough, because we know nothing or more precisely we understand the emptiness of everything.  In the end all that will matter to us is the people that we’ve loved and who loved us.  

Nothing

Nothing screams into the night
Of desire and possibilities
For nothing is potential

While everything cries at night
About missed possibilities
For everything knows nothing

Irony and Fate

Irony is a bitch, with little thought
While Fate a future carefully brought
As Irony cackles in our head
Reminding us of what we once said
Fate whispers of a future time
A future fair, and of synoptic rhyme
For Fate is a lady of balance and grace
While Irony is wild with smirking face
Fate has a twin that may intertwine
Thus finding company as they align
While Irony remains lonely, bitter and cold
As it seems, from stories that’ve been told

Entropy

The irreversible slide into chaos
Order to disorder, all things decay
Unless new energy is added
Improvements are made
We are not immune to poor maintenance
We are not immune to poor stewardship
Someone asked yesterday…
     why is the world falling apart?
While denying the entropy of their own heart
Ignoring the evidence of decline
Denying the existence of malevolence
Because they hear him speak
In a language that resonates with their own heart
The vibrations set in place
Like crystals that fracture along fault lines
Established in childhood, and never questioned
Because it is what has made them feel safe
It is what has made them feel special
But no one escapes entropy

Dreams of a Certain Age

Dreams of all-ages inform, and develop our fears
Develop our present,  fill out our futures
Adjust our memories of great and past glories
Or may feed the monster, our anxieties

We should be able to use them as we need
throughout life as a measure of ourselves
As a measure of how we fit into the world
Of the past, present and the future

Dreams of youth are for envisioning
A future-future, a world possible 
Seeing oneself in that future
Accomplishments, purposed glories, and joys

Dreams of a middle-age are for envisioning
A present-future for us and our children
Accomplishments for the family, however defined
And for higher and greater purpose and joys

Dreams of later-age are for envisioning
A present state of mind, a preservation of memories
To allow for shared-dreams of a state-of-mind
Beyond body present, but for purpose of peace and joy

To Be Known

With all the fractures and failings
With no side-guards and railings
With all the anxiety and worries
And yet all the stories and glories
As a package of many experiences
Of who I am, beyond appearances
Except in these inadequate words I write
Or the dreams playing in the dark of night
And the time of thought all alone
I explore that Id I’ve ever known
Beyond the image of what I am
To the heart and soul of what I am
Requiring love-sharing to be shown
And it’s quiet return for me to be known