Kaleb Kilton

The past is never past and the present was seeming increasingly absent.--Here Tomorrow

The novice spends too much time worrying about what you get.It is all about hoarding.Things.Thoughts.Worries.Appraisals.Love.You name it .

My VoiceDreamt a dream of dreams,lucidOne word birthed another,othersStill deeper beyond time,infinite spaceOne bled into another,one dancedTwisted tight, for dear life, embraced windsDarkness, out of sight burned, wept my mindInto a new frontier, frameless portraitsIn defiance, out of the ash, rose my voiceKaleb Kilton (c) 2016

It's the darkness of life. The light is here one day and gone the next. Only the fortunate get to take the light for granted. Only the sun is here today and tomorrow. Life and everything else is perishable. Sadness is nothing but a realizationof that impermanence. The expression of our fragility and mortality.-- Here Tomorrow

can't unscramble the egg no matter your wisdom and determination

Human beings can handle much terrible circumstances in life. And that there is always light at the end of the tunnel.--Here Tomorrow

Limitlessness is the emotion that sunny mornings evoke in me now. A new appreciation for the present moment, untainted by the past or unknown future.

I came to a most profound realization. For the first time in my life, I have complete control over what happens in the here and now. It is not a wish. It is not some concoction of false hope. It is reality in here and now.''HOPE- Season of Romance

Water flows through the path of least resistance.Obeying the will of a master and learning to adapt along the way

Since birth, life is about stumbling into the unknown by every turn. One hopes there is a grand purpose to it all.Few are lucky to encounter the right people, along the journey.

Patience is a virtue as they say and listening is an exercise in patience.

Nothing like the gift of living in the present.

Can't make a life and death decision when you are fighting off what I call choice-vertigo

No matter how far you have come... No matter how you survived your checkered past... Sometimes, you simply have to make a choice.

Rise AgainOne goal goes by the waysideSome watch sneering arms foldedLaughing at you until the endUntil you have the last laughYou've courage you're no riffraffAnother will lend you a handYou're apparently not left for deadYou rise again and all is fineDefeat no matter how crushingThat seemingly final act they consingIs speckle of dust to you the leaningMajestic Tower of Pisa still standingHow dissapointed they must beThinking they have the master keyMore bogus then a midnight sunYet you stand on a solid foundationYour destiny is beyond what anyoneOr anything can give or take from youDangling hope strings attached rescueInstead rise and face the morning dewYou the sun reclaiming your denFrom the frost,beams of hope chasingYou are alone but alive againShining the sheen of your greenYou rise again free no one's lienYou are alive because you alaoneCan decide the meaning of the dustIf they had meaning to begin withKaleb Kilton (c) 2016