By its endless ending that makes of death a suicide, new beginning is signified of an eternal recurrence of renewal; coming Spring the going...
Infinitely delayed, with no chance of a departure yet, just stuck here forever, without a reprieve, no leaving and no hoping of it; spiked s...
Sparks in the dark ignite; to go to make an offering of light between the possibility and the final performance of the action a hesitation r...
Semaphore of their coming dance of leaves, buds are spiking on twigs to announce an early Spring. In their green whispers of such birth, the...
A shame and a sorrow and a bereavement of days; Desperate stutter for some consciousness to come: Birth-Daze.
Close down eyelid of consciousness. Substitute; cruel remove the cobalt blue from out the crystal skies of hope; replace the Sun of Faith by...
A rustling high above is come, heard faint is this hurricane of days, storm-dancing trees swaying their slender canopies, in a syncopated vi...
Every one who reads this Blog has an interest in improving their physical and psychic abilities, or else why would they be reading this Blog...
Visibility denied, a fading away from line of sight gliding down a desert Highway in a blue electric light. There's a better travellin...
O to give me just one single candle-light of hope. I'm just a visitor here, am but a temporary transient; soon I will be leaving this pl...
WAY OF THE SEVEN STARS
That Final Question:
Ignorance is the Bane of Man.
At a distance removed,
Dimly remembered, and
Still not seen distinct,
But yet somehow felt;
What we do sense
Is not reality; is not the Real Thing.
This World is hologram.
Then; for lucid sleep;
For it's just a dream
Within another dream
And we are not awake.
Seven Stars' Song of Revelation
Ignorance is a jail where no escape
Is possible but through knowledge.
Don't fear nor spurn. Dare to learn:
Assent to and accept this world as it is
Before attempting ascent to any world
Aspired to or wished for. Life's glorious!
That That Is can be known but by few.
Not space, not time, not gravity exists;
But as Extension from Field of Thought.
Be subject to neither church nor crown.
Dread naught. Disdain none: Not One!
Absent That That Is, there's Nothing.
That That Is, IS. That That's Not, IS, too.
That That's Not makes That That Is: IS.
Be subject to neither church nor crown.
Dread naught. Disdain none: Not One!
Absent That That Is, there's Nothing.
That That Is, IS. That That's Not, IS, too.
That That's Not makes That That Is: IS.
That That Is makes That That's Not BE.
By rowing to That That Is, I become "I."
Wind + Water = Wave. As THOUGHT is
Wind + Water = Wave. As THOUGHT is
The Heart and The Nave of The Wheel.
Worlds are created from Thought alone.
That which we will do is because of that
What we are. We'll become who we are.
Charity, courtesy, civility, compassion,
Are cardinal spokes making civilization;
Chivalry forms center, hub's circle core.
IS is! Be not the slave of some other's I.
This, Creed of our Seven Stars Society;
This, The Teaching of the Seven Stars:
No man can be happy if he should choose
To be exile from his own nature and soul.
ALL IS THOUGHT ILLUMINATING BEING
HEART-HEALING THE CHARIOT WAY
Precognitive Prescient Prophetic Poetry by WILLIAM O'CONNOR
Monday, September 15, 2014
Tuesday, September 9, 2014
Go for the gun. The rule of law is what you're carrying on your hip. Come quiet in the dark, with silencer ready. Shoot the fair enemy that was your Art. Begin new life over corpse of old, and then; create again.
Monday, September 8, 2014
Thursday, September 4, 2014
Saffron soft in mellow yellow hues, tinted by a late September afternoon, lazy clouds smother the early blues of morning in deeper tones of a slow motion gray that gives to distance the close horizon of hope.
Friday, August 29, 2014
We are but toys for Destiny; sailors on Fortune's ships. Our blood beats the finished story of our lives. In expectation of delight, beg early parole; for a reprieve. In turbulence and struggle, Fate sails us on.
Discrete and digital, blink by blink, breath by breath, reality hovers in and escapes out from existence; for that which is not is canvass for all that which is, for all that which was and for all that which will be.
Thursday, August 28, 2014
Tuesday, August 26, 2014
Stay angry! Break the chains of conformity. It's a diesel rain we smell coming in the air, stench of our gasoline future, kindled by fires of faith; ignited by mullahs knowing nothing of what is, what will be.
Friday, August 22, 2014
In the silence of the twilight, in that brief violet hour that comes right before the still calm of the night, lean in to hear quiet dark. Listen to that purple blush that follows sunset: astonishment at loss of sight.
Wednesday, August 20, 2014
Suss-ration of leaves speaking in whispers, quaking aspens inconsolable, protest in green tears, shake in irresolute winds, surprised in anguish, unable to express themselves in any other way; quietly sway.
Tuesday, August 19, 2014
Friday, August 15, 2014
Friday, August 8, 2014
Wednesday, July 30, 2014
River, cascading over ruffled rock, slick sharp and gray, spumes forth silvery wavy spouts; darkens in black pools of falls; sudden sparkles, emerging into sunlight; then, lies it still, submerging to a silence.
Tuesday, July 29, 2014
Friday, July 25, 2014
Distant in the mist, hidden in shroud of fog, sits the place of shadows; sits the dead and derelict world of the tenements; for they who choose to pay rent to any master shall never own a home of their own.
Tuesday, July 22, 2014
Monday, July 14, 2014
Foreboding clouds, thick with rain, hover on the horizon. New thoughts in new ways are expressed in thunder so; rumblings of revolution, sparks in spikes of fire; in snare drum rolls of lightning revelation.
Friday, July 11, 2014
Deport the poor to give to the rich their place. Pay them the minimum wage to those that still remain. Starve them out so they shall leave. In their poverty of wit, such then is the privileged men's refrain.
Wednesday, June 18, 2014
Moon pale, an in-folded light, amber sulphur hued, streams through tight pulled-down blinds at night, bringing dreams of delight. Long longings, soaking in desire, stretch, levitate; are readied for release.
Tuesday, May 13, 2014
Wednesday, April 16, 2014
The silence of devastation prevails; since, once more, War's mad catastrophe has cleansed the Earth of Man: the cancers of faiths and states, ideologies of priests and politicians. have laid to waste our World.
Thursday, March 20, 2014
Saturday, February 22, 2014
Long remedy of days, of hours and of years, of hopes and fears, the certain light so sure so steady in mists of mornings, fades with age; dissolves into a stricken illness in time, into a habit and necessity.
Wednesday, February 19, 2014
As their defense, a fascist nation forces its young peoples to become nihilists, to believe in nothing, to become rebels to no causes at all; for when made subservient to State is to be made subject to no faith.
Saturday, February 8, 2014
Thursday, February 6, 2014
At a distance removed and dimly remembered, still not seen distinct, but yet somehow felt, what we do sense is not reality; the World is but the hologram of a lucid dream: It is a dream within another dream.
Wednesday, January 29, 2014
Tuesday, January 28, 2014
Whatever the words, it is the acts that show their meaning, but all acts stem from words; the words are first, and without them, there can be no acts: The more beautiful are the words, the greater are its acts.
Monday, January 27, 2014
Servants of the State, suitors for government support, servitors for grants, for favors, for permit to life. The conceit of freedom is denied in such a nation, where its people live at a permission and not a right.
Friday, January 24, 2014
Monday, January 6, 2014
Saturday, January 4, 2014
Friday, January 3, 2014
Them who aspire to be physicians to the world, who pronounce cures for every malady, politicians, are full of cancers of malignity, imposing laws to break the back of enterprise, to make of work a drudgery.
Thursday, January 2, 2014
Vow poverty and seek to give yourself a mean life, small and stiff, to be kept cell within a narrow lane. Travelers of time need riches to expand their view; need affluence to find romance; to lead lives wise.
Wednesday, January 1, 2014
Hear in the fine patter of the rain on the oak leaves first music of what is, kept in time by the shadow of the yew tree; the yew upon the oak playing out old tunes of destiny, song of the coming dawn of Who?
In leafy patterns of energy, trees spread branches wide in high diffuse; while sucking, while absorbing by green lickings, by turquoise farming, the bounty that's spread upon the blue table of heaven's fuse.
Become aggrieved by this nation of zombies; aggravated by this state of fools, allegiance is withdrawn; it's withheld. We owe them nothing, nor do they in their ignorance owe us a thing. We're now for quits!
Friday, December 27, 2013
Wednesday, December 25, 2013
The hard blue sky offers us no consolation, no respite from life, no cover from the winter sun, empty as it is of cloud, void as it is with cold; just vast spill of light and air, promise of the snow still yet to come.
Tuesday, December 24, 2013
Fill your canvass full of color; make it huge with hue. Seat your vision there in high bright tones. Give it possession of place, immediacy of space; nothing of the minor or mean, but big in sunlight and delight.
Age, by a lessening of insight, by subtraction of mind, slow, subtle, subdued, surrounds each moment, makes contraction more tight, makes it more constricted still; a deafening of sight, a losing of the light.
Wednesday, December 18, 2013
Downtown sun shines rude light on tarred roofs of the city; smog-spilling slanted brick-red dirty shade of grey-black, laid on asphalt street, laid on escapes of tenements; taunting shadow of danger at noon.
Monday, December 16, 2013
Friday, December 13, 2013
Slanted moonlight, from that pale walker in night skies, falls upon a light sleeper. Inherent in his dream is its ending, flowing in a tight ribbon of yellow; as the sleeper, suddenly awake, is refreshed by dream.
Wednesday, December 11, 2013
Decayed, the rust of this City of the Dead sears and disturbs. It is a place of no future and no past; no hope, no memory. Nothing can live for long within this desiccation; for love, seek elsewhere than here.
Monday, December 9, 2013
Not there yet. What wants are there unfulfilled? Are still not gratified? Left to be overcome? Becoming, that shaking span that's life, is but bridge to Being; an arch between what is and what we want to Be.
Saturday, December 7, 2013
Four of the clock in Manhattan, the Moon hasn't set as yet, this night still lingers on with you; why this, just this, would so moved my heart; would murder me with love I know not, that's just the way with it.
Sunday, December 1, 2013
It is the detours that made us men. Learning is not a straight path, never a broad highway. The byways teach. There is much knowledge in the dead ends. The possible is brought real by the labyrinth of Time.
Friday, November 29, 2013
Thursday, November 28, 2013
Silent and quiescent, mine enemy lurks within me, a cancer to my soul. It is that which sits dark inside the ark of memory, a resentment and an anger, a steady whispering of rage; stay fast against them all!
Tuesday, November 26, 2013
Scummed as they are with the grease of work, with the heavy toil of the soil, from the back-bent turn and twist of lifting shovel; the sweat of labor is their only destiny and remains the sole legacy of hope.
Monday, November 25, 2013
Sunday, November 17, 2013
Glowing dark, staring at that sudden sound, in the twilight groan of life, at the sigh of the agony of art; spy change coming on the land to see the hidden dangers there in the shapes of barbarians advancing.
Saturday, November 16, 2013
Wednesday, November 13, 2013
Scavengers for both food and wit, the poor each day share same risk for starvation of sustenance, for a scrounging for the knowledge of surviving; the courage to live is found in cottages and not in chateaux.
Tuesday, November 12, 2013
Scripts of deceit, the black speech of hate spews forth from the caves of the mouths of politicians; the stinking vomit from diseased brains, seeking power through lies, through their contumacy of banality.
Wednesday, November 6, 2013
Saturday, November 2, 2013
Still the blood my tempestuous heart. Slow the drum beat of my soul. Our knowledge of our ignorance extends only so far as the outer limits of reason; beyond that outside the gate, lies mystery and magic.
Thursday, October 31, 2013
White on white, the vast exchange of love, that void of being, the lust for life; survives and thrives. Secret equations shimmer to simplicity, shining unity; devoid of doubt, empty of desire: All is One.
Sunday, October 27, 2013
Hanging there, by gravity suspended, in empty air, their black sails full-wide furled, cruising in space; drones of death circle, awaiting every opportunity to harm and cripple and we are always to be aware.
Saturday, October 26, 2013
The bone cage of the skull that contains, that sits and seals and secures the mind, held fast within its box of brain, is best breached by love, best entered by compassion; by charity, pierced and overcome.
Thursday, October 24, 2013
Confront your past. Stand fast by the shades of space, solstices, that curve inwards into saddle shape, where time lines of life are converging; that point of connection when ghosts of yourself speak to you.
Tuesday, October 22, 2013
Hoard close experience and the knowledge of the hard learning that comes from out of a full lived life; the prattling comments of clerics and of professors and of politicians avoid: Live life in your own way.
Monday, October 21, 2013
By the tentative mid parting aside of the drapes of mortality, the proscenium curtain of the play of life, elicits from dropped veil of silence, action is to be lifted, to be filled, to be acted; with noises of voices.
Sunday, October 20, 2013
Conflation of dimension, what used-to-be ensnares what will-be, tangled together in time's confusion. Memory is music to mankind. There is a salvation in a song and a satisfaction in a lyric of a fond recall.
Saturday, October 19, 2013
A visible joy is a full gold moon set into the iris of a violet night. This thing that is me salutes it. Knows it and by that knowing, it recognizes me; sees me and it stays me steady here: Moon, amber in the sky.
Friday, October 18, 2013
Wondrous as knowledge is, without creativity, without real application, without usage, it's nothing; it becomes abomination, becomes sad, disturbing, it becomes dereliction, masturbation of the intellect.
Extinction of desire: a celebration of life is soft contained in every slowed breath, in every inhalation, in every exhalation; in and out, out and in, succession succeeding succession in the sure ending of cares.
Sunday, October 13, 2013
Delusions and deceptions; we've deceived ourselves daily by our dependence on the strictures of our society as to necessity for its continued existence, when all we needed all along was ourselves alone.
Saturday, October 12, 2013
Wednesday, October 9, 2013
Debacle of wit. Crowded with doubt. Can't go back. Can't go forward either. Stuck here. So now what? Fierce resistance to the hammer blow of circumstance frees the will to fight; to seek to conquer death.
Tuesday, October 8, 2013
In the sleep of reason, ever striving towards the higher sentience of nothingness, on a slow day, the white noise of living becomes mute and calm, becomes silent and low, and the world sneaks itself in.
Wednesday, October 2, 2013
Tenants in time abide short lease soon to be expired, our brief volcano lives live in the lava of emotion; the telling fire speaks its heat in the flame of the torch of mortality, stating existence: Here. Still here!
Saturday, September 28, 2013
Wednesday, September 25, 2013
Sunday, September 22, 2013
Reluctant rough rolling river, driving, spits spuming, coughs downwards, spasms, runs out to the sea. Government of gravity dictates flow, imposes an ideology of rapids, of falls, to an ocean of dissolution.
Friday, September 20, 2013
A lingering gleam, despite the declining and despite the losing of the light, yet shines but nothing else remains; the closing sight dims, becomes still fainter, finally fading away it leaves, it has disappeared.
Thursday, September 19, 2013
With a shrug of shoulders, silence a rented love; good for a short marriage only, a test drive of lust till divorce, its tank of empathy empty, just vapors left, the mileage for affection used, paid for and done.
Wednesday, September 18, 2013
Saturday, September 14, 2013
When driving down the gloomy highway that's life and looking on the way for an all-night diner, and good black coffee in a gaudy place of light, safe, clean, neat and bright; the best desert is friendship.
Wednesday, September 11, 2013
Pigeons on fire and people falling from towers, into perfect sky of blue, no clouds scuttling anywhere; smooth, azure, a clear untroubled heaven above, indifferent to the bleating suffering occurring below.
Tuesday, September 10, 2013
It has no quests; has no queries; the River simply cuts and runs; leans into them stone banks and walls to canyon its way out, absent of design to the Sea of Enlightenment; absent of desire, of all attachment.
Sunday, September 8, 2013
Descended beneath these blue hills, the gold Moon is full, complete, and is in a form that is of a perfect circle orb so that it's made to be one circumference pregnant with an eternity born to a separate peace.
Saturday, September 7, 2013
America is insane but I'm here now and I am alive; blasting green shot through with the emerald deep, holding blazing splendor, resides, rests and sleeps within every shaped blade of grass and yes, we too.
Down spattering, the wind is wet and warm, fused within a pale heat; a silver rain melted onto an ivory flame, soft-speckled white, dropping from cloudless sky on late Summer's day: Splash. Splash. Splash.
Thursday, August 29, 2013
In deformed dimension, silenced by their grayed bones the shades of space, these long dead are being feasted upon in the ever remorseless, in the forever, unforgiving; in the haunted memory, of the living.
Friday, August 23, 2013
Infinitely delayed, with no chance of a departure yet, just stuck here forever, without a reprieve, no leaving and no hoping of it; spiked shadows of jet air-liners spear into sky absent of any passengers.
Friday, August 16, 2013
Thursday, August 15, 2013
Sure wasn't we didn't know, we knew it all the time; that chandelier of light; that gold coin high rung in hung lantern of the night: The Moon; contacted us in symbol and in chant, gave clear warning: Beware!
Sunday, August 4, 2013
A zest for life denied: An inscription of death incised in decaying stone are scriptures, statute imposed by a despicable god; a treason of images losing forgotten freedoms from traditions of insipid religions.
Tuesday, July 30, 2013
Granted this famine pension in the time of want, legacy of a life too long foolish led, existence absent remorse; burning tapestry of desire seizes upon the soul, engulfs senses, to grace our final liberation.
Sunday, July 28, 2013
For you and me, for him and her, for himself and for herself, for all of us to be fully human; what would it mean and how would it be said, how would it be declared to be stated so this high and heady dream?
Thursday, July 18, 2013
Monday, July 8, 2013
Sunday, June 30, 2013
Though imprisoned, surrounded, confined, within a zombie nation, we have a high greatness growing inside us that needs a satisfaction and release, a public testimony; lest we waste and forfeit our lives.
Ghosts we are! All that is, is but a whistle upon the wind for if Being is all that is not Nothing; then it is Nothing making Being: We are because we are not and even when we are not, we have potential to Be.
Friday, June 28, 2013
Advance and fire. Advance and fire again. Pause. Shuffle step. Weight on the ball of the front foot. Lock step forward. Aim for his balls. Relax the shoulders. Relax the elbows. Drop your hips down. Now. Fire!
Thursday, June 27, 2013
Wednesday, June 26, 2013
Saturday, June 22, 2013
Vacant, empty of desire, eyes survey the stark night. Still. Despite. Surfeit of delight. Solstice moon of Summer blooms full; a large pink-gold coin, to make for a surety against tomorrow for our yesterdays.
Wednesday, June 19, 2013
Drown sorrow in the drink of oblivion. Freshen and deliver me from this tribulation through kind kiss of forgetfulness. Bound me down with the bands of amnesia. Free me from the debtor's prison of the soul.
Monday, June 10, 2013
Religion is revelation, not submission: Rope and reins of religion stifle, strangle the garden of dreams that's imagination; all Life leans towards the Light, closes itself away safe and securely from the Dark.
Thursday, May 23, 2013
In movement of moon-ark flowing fast, a ribbon of silver spills on ground laid out in bright white stripe across black lands; a night descending cat-current of blooming luminescence slowly stalks and crawls.
Sunday, May 19, 2013
There is a gallantry in every stated refusal, in every said negation, in every published public statement of denial; in the very act of protest of submission, as it's the "no" that makes us men and not the "yes."
Saturday, May 18, 2013
Friday, May 17, 2013
Saturday, May 11, 2013
If you seek, you shall never find; for the effort of the will prevents the act of revelation: sleep to know. In any place but this in any hour but now, time to wipe the satisfied smirk that withers away; so relax.
Friday, May 10, 2013
An alliance of light, a galleon moon in crescent shape of boat, sails its gold ship over a purple sea with rippling waves of spuming revolution white in magic silent night to safe dock at the blue port of dawn.
Thursday, May 9, 2013
The lettered clowns of Congress and of churches, which preach their coward faiths within their hollow Capital and in their cathedral caves of ignorance, fraud constituents and congregations alike with lies.
Tuesday, April 30, 2013
Secreted in a state damaged by an absurd cult of capitalism, suicide; that moist obscurity; that sits hiding within an avarice cloud of fog; that lies in staining mist of blood, makes for melancholy mood.
Tuesday, April 23, 2013
To remain standing upon the sight-lines of immortality, to do is to be. The eye that does not see; the ear that does not hear; the tongue that does not speak, shall never taste of the joys and fruits of life.
Monday, April 15, 2013
Stars are bleeding fast, pouring forth ruby jewels of spit-spiralling blood; their bodies' sleek bungalows of plasma gas mirrors ours of bone and of cartilage in breaking their limbs away from trunks of energy.
Wednesday, April 10, 2013
Purple-black is the famine of the dark dance lightning strike beneath the storm-blue sea of the hungry cloud, and it comes ever closer; an expense of spirit in a waste of shame is this rumbling rumor of war.
Sunday, April 7, 2013
Mellow moods promenade in nights of Spring as the dancing twilight of dusk perform lingering refrain. Sun kisses the horizon in its final setting of purple and of red, bloomed out in crimson melodies of gold.
Thursday, April 4, 2013
Poorer and poorer stunt beggars of morality and of memory; dementia governed nation America devolve; the fall of the dark is come again upon the World; the night-sweats come from vision of threatening war.
Tuesday, April 2, 2013
The World is lucky to have us in it: Bilious smoke of compromise, treason of images in a succession of smiles, they would keep us from our purpose, deny our destiny; advertisers, promoters, of mediocrity.
Friday, March 29, 2013
Won't do, won't satisfy, whispers in the dark, smoke of conversation, parody and pastiche of wit, serve to disguise illusion, camouflage disgust; because the delirium of reality becomes much to bleak to bear.
Media is an anesthesia. It's a dropping off to sleep. Analgesic of dreams, it drips deliberate forgetting, an eager amnesia; slavery accomplished not by iron manacles but by addiction to softness of Internet.
Thursday, March 28, 2013
Stalked by our pasts, veneration is real reason for writing; it's expression that makes us men through exorcism of memory, history made renew, each re-telling changes it to make it more adaptable to life.
Elegance was lost in the arrogance of fashion. Censorship denied, in being forbidden to poke, to speak fun at familiar street apparel a bitter sarcasm prevails; anger shown clearly in ugly dress of the young.
Wednesday, March 27, 2013
Surprised by death and not content with this strife filled life, a nothingness follows; all contemplation ends and there's no more need for consciousness now for the hour of the wolf has come round at last.
Sunday, March 24, 2013
As drink is the great enemy of wit, dependence destroys independence. He who would sit at another's table expects to be poorly fed. Congress seeks to bargain its citizens to sell them to the highest bidder.
Saturday, March 23, 2013
Friday, March 22, 2013
Cold breaking day in blue, caste in bronze clouds; bend grass in breeze; freeze dew upon thin stems to jewels, glitter-bright prisms of delight; committed soon to melt in sun in ancient conspire of dawn.
Wednesday, March 20, 2013
Lucky casualties of geometry spread in symmetries, celebration of purple amid green; cloud of violent color in violet dominant but here and there splashed in lavender indolence: haze of irises in the grass.
Monday, March 18, 2013
Lavender chain of proofs for Spring, the lilacs in late March are in blushing violet idle, blooming; then a snow came unexpected and sudden and their tallness is buried under in a blue annihilation of promise.
Sunday, March 17, 2013
Long gone away, yet still feels so near; allied to everything we say, stated in everything we do, they were a quiet people till were raised to indignation, to rebellion against who would keep them silent.
Friday, March 15, 2013
Heartaches and tears, the long suffering from love that's lost, the lingering stuttering of time's remote desire, the ailing that comes from cruel rejection; serve to conspire in the reveries of deepest memory.
Ordinary in means of expansion, meager in income of inspiration, the mind is kept only clean by use, by constant scrub of industry; yet solitary expression of Art is compromised, is made confined by poverty.
Thursday, March 14, 2013
In the islands of destiny, one day's ride is tomorrow's suicide for it's the sound that's primary and it's meaning that's secondary, as shadow of the body precedes the body; it doesn't come after to follow it.
Torpid in movement and lethargic in mind, talking turtle of mundane morality yet another pope of most vapid and banal philosophy was elected and was confirmed by others to speak for us and preach to us.
Losing hour for love in the twists and twirls of the braided wire of crisscrossed time lines, dreams have dreams, visions have visions, and nothing seems real anymore as the world tilts as it swift slides away.
Tuesday, March 12, 2013
In black daggers plunging, in an endless falling, in pliant bouncing, falling endlessly in the dark; rain, rain, rain, spitting down, in a singing, stinging, pinging, banging, plague of downpour, a staging rain.
Monday, March 11, 2013
Lashing at air, a pale fire is stirring light into flakes of snow, falling slow, falling slow, in glinting drifts of nothingness; quiet is the night and the moon shines silent in the sky and snow is slow falling: Down.
Thursday, March 7, 2013
In jack-hammer strokes of white fire on uncovered heads, hail flicks down its knives of stone in storm; as ice-picks of ice, flames in covered malt of carapace, layer in layer, rounded, rolled, tight and spiked.
Sunday, February 24, 2013
Friday, February 22, 2013
Sail on brave mariners: The sky is our country, an empire of stars steadily expanding and unfinished, a sea not mapped and infinite in shores. We'll be the fishermen there. We'll sweep its oceans of thought.
Thursday, February 21, 2013
Under the covers in the midnight hour, going off sides in the small vacation of sliding into a sleep, such dreams come that cast shadows on our lives; still staying savage, long in my memory, you remain alive.
Wednesday, February 20, 2013
Sunday, February 17, 2013
In its sentimental sanctioning of dusk, sunset sinks down in clarinet peal of rose bright red to dream a painted sky of melted blue in evening sleep; sudden twill of stars breaks out, woven in velvet tapestry.
Saturday, February 16, 2013
Hostage to wind, the color of rain is null, nothing containing a whole of heaven's blank opinion of wet; splashing drop by steady drop a deaf tune from a dead tuning of a tenor guitar upon a deserted street.
Wednesday, February 13, 2013
Cities, smothered in snow, trapped in gangrene winter, smooth white encasing woe, become hungry in the stillness of solitude, feral in loneliness; yet still shall thrive our life despite blizzard and cruel storm.
Tuesday, February 12, 2013
Saturday, February 9, 2013
In the time of morning before the time of dawn, before the Prussian blue sorrow of first light's coming, be soft spoken and to silence dwindle; go to the breath's slow exhalation for now's the hour of the wolf.
Wednesday, February 6, 2013
Wanderers in Time, wind, water, wave; we're visitors here, trespassers, not permanent tenants. Least of all can we claim to be the owners of our world; lessees just for a little while: brief short-timers only.
Angry to Be, for an ability to endure; there is the desire for existence. Just as worlds float upon their wide oceans of space, universes float on top of the seas of the large dimensions, trying to create the lives that shall sustain them in their many-colored worlds.
Tuesday, February 5, 2013
Seemed causes are but effects: fact and logic wither fast and are dripped away by sordid icicle presence of prejudice in science; splattering away cool reasoning, keeping the holy fragility of civilization alive.
Sunday, February 3, 2013
Though absurd belief and behavior is domain of creators of religions, in going to midnight after dark so obvious is the debt to be paid to psychotic evening light; blue illumination there seeming absent cause.
Thursday, January 31, 2013
Wednesday, January 30, 2013
Tuesday, January 29, 2013
Song of the morning chanter of the wrens sing of the remain of a clarity of a tide full-in upon the shore. Let the baleful winds blow high or blow low, the small bird is safe-secure within its tiny house of straw.
Monday, January 28, 2013
Sunday, January 27, 2013
Bow lingered lightly upon the cello's A-string, brazen head of mountain covered by the mist, bright beagle baying of the hounds; chance is with the fox to escape the heavy tramp of feet upon the fog-bound moor and bog.
Saturday, January 26, 2013
Friday, January 25, 2013
Thursday, January 24, 2013
Frost frames the chill of night in a blue lens to give the Moon's light on snow an indigo hue. Everything changes; long white wand of shore turns cobalt in the dark, waves spanking iridescent turquoise upon the sand.
Intimations abound: The growing, gathering storm of war cyclones ever nearer, and the people, who have become more vicious and more savage; ever more desirous of coming conflict, still live beneath its volcano.
Tuesday, January 22, 2013
Semaphore of their coming dance of leaves, buds are spiking on twigs to announce an early Spring. In their green whispers of such birth, the black dream of war seems far away; dread not the night in this dawn of life.
Sunday, January 20, 2013
Singing the songs of sedition and playing the tunes of treason, these sighing contagions of confessions that herd-corrals this aberration, contain the celebrations of the citizens for their servitude to the state; to the state's religion of patriotism: None be Free.
Saturday, January 19, 2013
Friday, January 18, 2013
Transformation of a real and a permanent good into one still higher still, half-moon birthing one of full; burn that wonder of a Constitution to create a new and better convention to make a confederacy of wit and rights.
Wednesday, January 16, 2013
Tuesday, January 15, 2013
Hesitate your heart and restore it to its normal beat. Return it back to its slow, sure, steady strum. Fire your charging thrust of lust for life through listening to its changing drum beat of ever-pumping blood.
Monday, January 14, 2013
Sunday, January 13, 2013
Friday, January 11, 2013
Wednesday, January 9, 2013
Maladies abound. Weary and worn, and denatured by many dissolute nights, a sick and obese nation suffers consequence of sloth: physical health of a people is evidence enough indicative of the psychic and spiritual state of a people.
Tuesday, January 8, 2013
Sunday, January 6, 2013
Cold religion cheated compassion this full moon again. They that were squeaked into existence as the clerisy of learning, attached as they are to their tenured lives, these teachers of old morality, have no knowledge of the true beauty of things. Broken windows on beaten shuttered stores; old newspapers scuttling down windy streets, are sole heritage of their ethics.
Saturday, January 5, 2013
My winter heart is warmed by you. Convicted and confused in collaboration, verse cannot describe nor music imitate the frantic fibrillation that has been forged there in its ventricles by the mere mention of your name.
Wednesday, January 2, 2013
A visitation touch, deft and light; a whisper of fingers slant-sliding along a cheek, is prelude to a kiss. Lips parting smile, a smile too glad to be true, captures your heart. And yes, it just happens that way.
Tuesday, January 1, 2013
God is the empty set; the set that exists but has No-One, just an absent deity. Sparks ignite even better in the dark; better to trust the god in the head, who creates this poetry, poor as it may be, than the one outside, who stays so silent and is deaf.
Recommended company on the royal highway of philosophy, are street-light eyes, accustomed to the dark; amber torches for seeing into the dark shadows, illuminating the hidden figures standing there, waiting for their turns to speak.
Monday, December 31, 2012
Stating byes, each by his, in setting for his own allotted time and tempo; each one has his solo turn, his own small set to play, an instrument unto himself, before his piece, before his last stop, before his final sign-off ending, comes.
Thursday, December 27, 2012
A cacophony of spirit, a dissonance in soul; but should I care at all? At least, just this final evening, there is a movement in the dancing indigo sky, in this, the last moon of this month; in this, the last month of this blue year: December days.
These priests and these philosophers know talk and they know how to do it well, but they know nothing of what caused talk to come to be; by the touching of the searching hand of tongue at a distance far, in the famished taste for truth.
Monday, December 24, 2012
Weathered pines snug in the sable warmth of their white wool coats of winter snow. Difference buried by the muffled cotton of the falling flakes, a continuance of harmony is scented in silence there in that holy stillness of the woods.
The coarse encrusted arc of mystic memory is rusted over to make more difficult an attempt escape to fly bold rebellion against the past; to break from off the failed efforts of the mind chains of exhaustion that come from regrets.
Sunday, December 23, 2012
This is nation for the old and that's the problem with it; comes you, fountain of every understanding, wash and bathe our frailty. A murmur of the heart has sealed our fate and a new tyranny of fear has replaced the old.
Wonderment is it this house of cards, America, which absent any foundation that makes for civilization, should continue; is this then to be its golden age? It's been deeded over to the narrow backs and to the soft hands. Horned callus of soles of feet and palms of hands are unknown to them, to these legatees.
Saturday, December 22, 2012
They, who in their ignorance, claim a power over me know nothing of myself. They would force us, and they would subdue us; they would suborn us too, to use our own ability against us so as to pursue their selfish ends.
Friday, December 21, 2012
Reason alters all allegiances; for this disturbing muse battles and destroys past faiths and bad beliefs; it bestows a logic and a clarity where none was before, and for this result we give to it our high praise.
Destitution orders poverty of spirit to leach our souls. The gravity of income scales us down to make us small. Kindness melts in the heat of desperation. Sanity dissolves, to be replaced by smirking violence.
Wednesday, December 19, 2012
Sinking into a red bulb sitting upon the horizon at the dying sunset these desolation days hammer at demolishment of me, sapper blasting and exploding away my accepted ways, for all my former lives are submerged by that same sync; they are dimming down within this Blood Sun.
Tuesday, December 18, 2012
Dead flowers, their closed cups a bone, frosted by dew, stand at a slim-bending tremble on ice-brittled stems, in the wide white coated fields. Among wet standing stones, new carved, the white caskets are being laid in the ground today.
A yellow into a twilight, whenever a sleep comes, these moments in dreams push for their success through the lucid method of the talking mirrors of memories; exciting dawn for their fulfillment, in order to wish to work all our daylight hours.
Monday, December 17, 2012
Pace these city streets. There. Throw down your long shadow, granted by their silver lamps at night. Ground those moods inside of you, the blue and the red of you; that go to shade and that make the purple and the gray of you, together.
Sunday, December 16, 2012
Abandon reason. For a brighter later, put away and slip away from out of the cloak of Time. Surge your heart in gallant fight against the dying of the light. Take your mind to flight. Outside of understanding, only in the sensing of the skin; only in the touch, does reality reside.
Cringe and hide your face away; from a bleeding Sun, shooting crimson rays in steep steps descending, spitting red, raining rivers of blood, slicing hard down, in the far falling of fate; for doom is come upon, an uncomprehending Earth.
Saturday, December 15, 2012
Wicked burn till return of the rising Sun. The setting of the white-haired Moon serves as a sermon enough for us. There's solace sufficient for the day in twilight hours. The strange bed of the grave waits for sleep tonight.
Thursday, December 13, 2012
After such violence, after such long passion; who would wish to distance keep from life the flesh? Who would separate lust from desire? Carpenter and solder those past misty years' aspirations to the clear and present day's soft demonstration of love.
Wednesday, December 12, 2012
To do Art: Sacrifice the World. Waters and woods serve as holy altars of inspiration and of imagination, not the works of man; there's more of architecture in standing trees than in glass towers built by men.
Relentless in its surging animosity, an endless repetition of ocean wave splashes on shores, seizing beaches and boardwalks in hypnotic grasp; delaying hearing in a smooth silent mesmeric crashing.
Tuesday, December 11, 2012
Query not, for there is no response; the high questions seek for their solutions by the greater generation of other questions, in an unending series, in surveying of nature's subtle designs.
Saturday, December 8, 2012
Rain splatters against the winds-shields in the cop-car; travelling with its wipers wiping, a neon dream is moving in the evening, probing on the wet, glistening streets, its siren sounding warning in the dark.
Thursday, December 6, 2012
Never argue with ignorance; instead voice opinion hard by the fiery stomp and by the rapid walk away; by a rapping loud rejection on wooden floor, at the crudity, at the stupidity of what's termed wit today.
Tuesday, December 4, 2012
Wrong-folded wings are in constant danger of wind-dance falling failure. Suture and tie your past and your present together. Jester strange desire, the want for tenure of immortality; for timid needful life.
Saturday, December 1, 2012
Champion the day in a premonition of forever morning encased and snug set in a band of eternal dawn, singing to the soul of the green and gold of glory, in sweetened honey rays outpouring down from Sun.
Sparks in the dark ignite; to go to make an offering of light between the possibility and the final performance of the action a hesitation resides, in a pregnant pause, in birth beginning by the falling of the hammer, in sinews taught stretched, and then contracted to combine in final downward strike.
Tuesday, November 27, 2012
Who would grade you, degrades you. Timidity taxes; hides, harasses the in-born natural action of an outbound approach to living life. To comply is to die; so defy! Why walk the long wharf out to...what?
Monday, November 26, 2012
Suppressed by the smell, the stink of blind religion; that makes dark gravity that holds down the light of reason; that grapples, censors and compresses thought, men can never aspire to reach for heaven.
Sunday, November 25, 2012
Rain all day, and just too-tired, the blood-fired boiler of the heart gives out; surrenders in final shutdown to the cold, and to the coma, to the withdrawal, and to the long sleep of hibernation.
Saturday, November 24, 2012
Short-sleeved Summer soundly sleeps in schools of surrounding rainbow flowers. Sketch and render a slumbering loveliness vision of surrendered smiles of raised hands in living flames' close-studied hues.
Friday, November 23, 2012
By its endless ending that makes of death a suicide, new beginning is signified of an eternal recurrence of renewal; coming Spring the going on with no surrender in a refusal to stop and cease the pain of life.
Thursday, November 22, 2012
Heavy in argument but weighed light in reason, furious factions spit anger; though nothing is certain. Possibilities and probabilities float and surround us, remain unseen, ignored, not taken; forever gone.
Forest floor of religion brambled over, its commandment vines twisted thick by encumbering curves; entangle the feet of genius in obsolete laws and regulations that smother creativity, and so stifle art.
Wednesday, November 21, 2012
Savage still holding science's sacred ground, in an everlasting standing duel, sharpened edge of the sword of mind sustained throughout, as the world of faith is engaged; to be fought to first blood win.
Tuesday, November 20, 2012
Black dungeon heart, shut against follies from philosophy's new breeds of men's frivolous fashions of thought; open up. Part the long black veil, and laugh at the foolish faiths men strive so hard to die for.
Monday, November 19, 2012
The forge of fire tempers a heart of steel. Train through pain to gain. That faint forsaken path just off of the dark canyon road of life may only lead on into a wild wilderness of thorns of regret: Take it anyway.
Sunday, November 18, 2012
Chimes of discord, making of this evening into frown, in a distant plain complaint, night sounds play sharpened chord in high distinct; sigh and sow and swear and edge the angry wind with discontent.
Friday, November 16, 2012
Rise. Howl down the night to spell the dawn in spilling light. Pierce the clouds of doubt. Rays of consciousness spin-toss through warmth of coming Sun, climbed out from bed of black despair.
Wednesday, November 14, 2012
Banish color from the world and make it sing a simple sepia tune. Leach from it all its hue. Contrast it; high heighten the bleakness of its past from the brightness of its future and chiaroscuro chant of that.
Tuesday, November 13, 2012
Thinking of trees is in seasons, budding Spring to bare Winter. The tinder of time catches fire late. So bad is its delay, so slow is its ignite; it's good. Lately. Lately. Come you light. Come. Come. Illuminate.
Monday, November 12, 2012
Weathered stones covered in moss, at annual scheduled ceremony, at grave-sites of veterans of wars; the voices whisper with the tolling of bells their loud regret for lost chance and for wasted opportunity.
Sunday, November 11, 2012
Store bought emotion has replaced natural feeling. Even stranger now is delayed response that's made after so long a wait for energy for power and for the buried source and vital fountainhead of sympathy.
Substitute and insert an idle dream on an indolent day deep inside the closing veil of sleep, a curious thing to contemplate in the smoky blue light of a trance, encased and safe within the bubble of song.
Saturday, November 10, 2012
Fling away and abandon that past so filled up with the lies of exceptional-ism of nation and of belief; of favored few that have been given truth and a special destiny, distinct, divided far from the rest of men.
Friday, November 9, 2012
Close down eyelid of consciousness. Substitute; cruel remove the cobalt blue from out the crystal skies of hope; replace the Sun of Faith by doubt of cancer black; shut-cut handle from off the door of change.
Wednesday, November 7, 2012
So much for the prayer set in stone of its sacred constitution, grim becomes the politics of this nation. Bless this short sight stone blind love into future for the long view looks towards disconnect from life.
A promise of heaven is the deliverance of hell; utopias come and go, the world remains just as it is, speaking again and again with white-harsh and pale-blatant shouting voices of down-falling snow.
Sunday, November 4, 2012
The latter days of this great depression, of this grand desolation, of an indulgence in despair, are done. Circle round the Sun in colored light. Sketch the dawn in blue and gold. Paint the world in pastel green.
A storm raging within its ground, laid out weary and worried hard times are come again upon the land; in the wearing of its majesty of fear, the trail of the long black veil of sorrow scrapes to cloud the soul.
Saturday, November 3, 2012
Love is the lasting art. It contains a smile secreted in a dissonance in every dream and in every desire. Life sentence that's inscribed, that's tattooed upon the heart; there is no relief from it and no amnesty.
Thursday, November 1, 2012
Nature, cured of the presence of Man, is set free and is reprieved. Man's absence lets it loose from humanity's tired discourse, which accords to it some hidden innate purpose or deep subtle design.
Monday, October 22, 2012
Sunday, October 21, 2012
Saxophone bright, heavy laden burden of midnight blues spin out in wide spirit waves to crash upon the ear relentlessly, relentlessly; sounds of placenta dreams pouring out from its golden oval orifice.
Thursday, October 18, 2012
Sometimes the night winds blow giving off a cool sharp kiss with the salt-stung beer taste of the sea. A rasping noise is heard hard coming out the sea; it's the hiss and groan of waves breaking on the shore.
A wonderment, so sustained, so kept, within a purity, smelling of newness, hard pavement spanked clean, scrubbed, after soft summer rain; can't get away, always there behind me still attitude of joy.
Monday, October 15, 2012
The rape of thought is achieved in denial of an audience; censured, done deaf by the closing of the ear. Streets in paralysis, held-back, restrained, can only sing knife-fighting songs; for they know no others.
Tuesday, October 9, 2012
Stuck into despondent detour slows to slothful dependency, to crawling alignment of mind and heart; brakes and dissolves to black, to a shutting down of everything; stalls, deletes and removes from life.
There is no warranty on life no guarantee. An angle of a smile may oblique to frown easily enough. Our life makes migration in some flying wild dream of frenzied transport between joy and groan of despair.
Saturday, October 6, 2012
Sweet junction of the soul, between what one is and what one does; when we will have that certain knowledge we have finally become what we really are, rather than what the world wishes us to be.
Thursday, October 4, 2012
Give to us a garment of shadows, a cloak of smoke to hide our shame. Our down bending ways made for us shameful descendings, a quick drop into oblivion, into hole of sorrows; the fell into well of hell.
Wednesday, October 3, 2012
Stream of steam clouding evening air, speaking to itself of itself solely, a conversation carried in smoke silence, escaped slow moan in struct stilled night; talks in a sulfurous vapor, to an audience all its own.
Monday, October 1, 2012
Agony, of starts and stops, of the many stations between, skipped and abandoned, deserted, desolate; covered in detritus of time by the lost loves and lusts concealed, flails at its failed momentum forward.
Sunday, September 30, 2012
So close to midnight and so close to home, time jumps from off of the rails of memory to marry fortune, hops and detours into imagined sidetrack of nostalgia; soft place of safety away from streets of danger.
Gold glow opening up the dark, still rolls it by, to smear its shouting whistle whine over the darkened shadowed land; red piercing blooming headlamp shown behind looming nearness of the outside gray.
Saturday, September 29, 2012
In the kettledrum shakings of steel track rails, small anger precedes along apace in these wild rabid clatterings, in the screech, in stuttered shuttering; in the push and sudden pull of cars' train wheels.
Friday, September 28, 2012
Sounding scraping loud, train wheels state their distinct aspiration to be rooted deep upon track rails, hard travelling in the dark. Distance dispenses within the screams of an engine pulling unwilling cars.
Thursday, September 27, 2012
Train cars tight-linked concatenated by chains of destiny, curves abound around them keeping needed distant rails away; each cab, in danger leaning over far, fast speeds through the black escape of night.
Wednesday, September 26, 2012
Their brief glances from train windows are taken slyly; their blank faces peering out from behind those unwashed dirty panes upon blighted desolation of longing planes, level, flat, featureless, devoid of life.
Sunday, September 23, 2012
From far back, standing silent and still, behind the astonished congregations of the living, this smiling, the uninvited guest, at the wedding of hope and desire; at the switched crossing of life's rails is Death.
Saturday, September 22, 2012
Look up and live. Decry this darkness here below. Spare your speech. Hazard your life. Smoking black in a bleak night, the engine of your destruction, wheels turning without mercy, relentlessly travels on.
Thursday, September 20, 2012
Is it just this that serves to so soil the brain with the anomaly of detour, in a sidetrack of the mind? The hesitation of blues; that vacancy of sound repeated to a hidden music separated, distant from the soul?
Charmed by movement and by desire, want for a lavender moon in a purple sky, with thick clouds billowing in pink saffron; instead of the black pervading night devoid of even one disarming light.
Wednesday, September 19, 2012
Force of promise, force of hope, set in a distant distance blinking, some small tight light lifts its hood covering, shows a spot-white flame, off and on; stability there upon the far smooth breaking horizon.
Tuesday, September 18, 2012
Wandering winds, your breezes blowing strong, skipping in motion, straying outside of time, out about upon your mobile stepping, out on this dark night absent any moon; fly far away on your ambient ways.
Thursday, September 13, 2012
Train of life taking shaking swerve within ever bending arcs; in straight tangent of wheeled continuity that fluoresces in midnight time on determined track to final terminal, to its ending destination: death.
Friday, September 7, 2012
There. Look. Streams of fire in the heavens make rivers of delight; braving those sparks of stars to force a shaking above us in the dark. Lay your head upon my shoulder and stare; just stare, in awe.
Wednesday, September 5, 2012
Sure and slow the curve of track circles out the iron family of these strung-lined cars in a continuous disappointment within its sinuous arc; so stand you up you favored few and look upon your mortality.
Monday, September 3, 2012
Thoughts dive down; are cleaved to stare into their deepest stasis keeps, dungeons of the soul. Leap back into the well of your worry and into an indifferent light; into the long red shift, shaft of the past.
Wednesday, August 29, 2012
Dead weather coming tonight, moon hides behind clouds, giving impression of careless cruising, detailing designed declensions; cycles of many generations of decline, futures telling long sleep.
Tuesday, August 28, 2012
Seeking fast sapphire speeds, train tracks make a never ending blue lightning ladder seemingly up to heaven; shoving forward rungs of fat sparking embers from those friction wars of wheels on the rails.
Thursday, August 23, 2012
Delayed dalliance to pick up passengers who had remained all unwilling in scurry to survive a stop to survey their life; for this train is ravenous to fill up its cars, and it is desirous to devour the still living.
Wednesday, August 22, 2012
Strange is the bright path its transit follows in the night from dusk until the dawn; waltzing down the tracks, growing large, hoary, hastening along, cars strung far apart in frenzied coruscation of sparks.
Friday, August 10, 2012
The weight of it, the pressing down of it, belies its speed. Force holds together its engine and its train upon the rails. Force and force alone speeds it on, on to the City; into its destination, its final terminal.
Wednesday, August 8, 2012
Bitter is the breath of the coming morning, the coming yellow halitus of dawn spirally out of the tunnel mouth of devastation. Stay night in quiet thought. In movement we will keep our hope and consolation.
Tuesday, August 7, 2012
Hard working wheels, with gaudy flash of spark, spin faster now on level track, flaring fire in the dark. Change is motion and motion is change. This gives a subtle substance to shadows moving in the night.
Fiercely revolving in one lone night, in midnight flight, hard-trying wheels are pushing the black train's stammering engine. Ever tightened cycles, far ahead, speed hums away care in swaying, clanging cars.
Saturday, August 4, 2012
Suffer night's sulfurous ride on rumbling run-away-train hazarding rails far apart in savage ways; the long black train of many cars, tied together, travels behind the same moaning engine, shrieking blues.
Thursday, August 2, 2012
Aurora light sharks this night in waves of crescendos of color in vying hues; its swimming, sparking, back-ground shim is the set of a history of America, steaming forward in the avatar shape of a train.
Tuesday, July 31, 2012
Cyclone train snorting forwards, furious fast into a spangled night of stars spilled clean of clouds; its angry engine of an empire still as yet drives it ahead, its lamp shining straight in a bright, wide gaze.
Monday, July 30, 2012
Night-crawling steam-engine, with your sleek head-lamp single spot-beam light sweeping forwards, piercing straight to jump-break from the prison of the surrounding and the enclosing dark; travel on.
Sunday, July 29, 2012
At hiss of steel wheel against a rail and splenetic whistle sounding in the still of the night, when the moon in full has high raised high her lamp of gold above; soul companions ride upon the train of life.
Friday, July 27, 2012
Wednesday, July 25, 2012
Winter's bleeding cold is defiance against the dark. Rain comes in to bring with it reflective desolation, questioning lightning's anger's spoken, spiking, spearing, words; hatred spouting harsh resentments.
Monday, July 23, 2012
You gave freedom away to pension your future. You sped your mind into a recession, so twisted trails of decrepitude shadow upon your struggled stumble back home to your beginnings; to scarred reality.
Saturday, July 21, 2012
Friday, July 20, 2012
Iris closing in the sudden sun, a successive shining begins each breaking day. Even though it be brought in by a winter's sun, it's still excessive. Sunrise serves too much of dawning light too soon.
Thursday, July 19, 2012
Friday, July 13, 2012
Look at these graves. That mere scribble set upon this slattern sleeve of earth, so hastily scratched into dust, was the sole will we had. We wanted to remain remembered, every last one of us; not just as a laid out, skeletal, fossil. Once firm writ, now has become indistinct, was inscribed upon tombstone as short legacy for our life. It's erased and is left by a nothing, not to be. We had hoped, at the very least, for some future generation's small memory of care.
Tuesday, July 10, 2012
Chrome for eyes and steel for a heart, lungs of brass and having copper liver, robot men make a stagger of life; for small in stature, diseased in mind, they struggle even to walk short distance.
Monday, July 9, 2012
Saturday, July 7, 2012
Did it mean anything to you at all; anything, all of them rejected long-lost days? You step each day with a careful liquid foot, while avoiding all the depressed holes from your past. But listen! It's an old music they'll perform. Something that's from that lengthy time before, for memory is the large land that none can survey; just ghosts inhabit it.
Friday, July 6, 2012
Shade and shade alone, a warm shade, is given by the full moon on mid-winter's coldest night; a shield against the memory of the distant sun. Void of deepest indigo serves as a canopy above for a bridge of time.
Thursday, July 5, 2012
Woodsman, walk alone. Beware the barks in the night, the howls of beasts that hunt at each other over religion, over politics, over culture; biting at nothings. Silence, as in response to ignorance, is courage.