Wednesday, February 6, 2019


“Labyrinth” by Kyle M. Salazar

Lost tendrils',
Cataclysmic whisper.
Death's eventual,
Icy air grows crisper.
Beneath a starry eternity,
Every path in this labyrinth.
Toward the only certainty,
Till eventually we rest.
Beyond the last moon's kiss,
There is nothing to be done.
Watch branches exist,
Stretching to what sun?
Leaves have retreated,
This bleakness feels surreal.
Like so many shattered pieces,
In these shadows, defeated;
Destiny does not come,
It is honed skills,
So many setting suns.
To truly be fulfilled,
There is work to be done.
You have to step out of the way,
Allow yourself to be someone,
That could be an entirely new page...
In a book larger than ourselves.
Set free from mortal cage,
So deeper we may delve.
Finding a purpose and a cause,
That exudes from within.
Finding time for pause,
To totally transcend.
May you find your passion,
The reason you are here.
Avoid the distractions,
Mission adhere.
Sometimes the purpose is not ours,
But simply to inspire.
Even wilted flowers,
Can start a remarkable fire.


BIO: Kyle M. Salazar.  I was born in Albuquerque, New Mexico and moved around a lot growing up. I decided to make the most of it; and made friends with different groups of people whenever we moved. I was a nerd, a skater, a jock, and even hung out on "smokers corner"(even though I didn't smoke). I wanted to see things from every perspective. I dropped out in the 10th grade; and have been working since I was 15. I received my GED, with double honors, in 2006, and went on to study at San Juan College in Farmington, New Mexico.

I am passionate about the art of poetry; the way you can paint a picture with your words. I have a strong appreciation for art, antiques, collectibles, and antiquarian books. I could have done anything. I chose a more difficult path. I suppose I never lost the desire to see things from all perspectives. I aspire to write. I am happiest when I can articulate and convey raw emotion, or be able to invoke them in another through written word.

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