~~~~ Does your life feel like a Mobius strip, An infinitely endless high wire? Never getting anywhere, still you trip. Or like a spiral, going lower, climbing higher? Perhaps, the spiral of a hypnotist’s disc? Do you fall off one watching the other? Lost in tawdry mystery, unwilling to risk Diving into the deep end, […]
This should be sung to the tune of If Ever I Would Leave You, from Camelot. Should be featured in the new musical, Scamelot. If ever I got impeached, It would crash the market. Really crash the market, As only I know. My hair streaked with sunlight, While flips said my name, My face full […]
A steely gray the sky today, Ocean full of sand in foam. I wonder why? I ask the sky, When I would stay and play, In yon starry depths to roam. When nighttime lingers nigh, How might I wend my way? No help from a massy tome. Should I flee, or would I fly? Ashen […]
When I was young, I was wise; It’s all leaked out of my head. School poked the hole, I surmise. Can I put it back in, ere I’m dead? ~~~~~ Peace is Purpose, Nonviolence is Strength, Diversity is Unity, Empathy is Empowerment ~~~~~ See more of my creative offerings and opinions Brent Harris Fine Art […]
Starting late and you’ll be late. Starting on time, no guarantee. You have chosen to participate; Relax. It will be what it will be. ~~~ Peace is Purpose, Nonviolence is Strength, Diversity is Unity, Empathy is Empowerment ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ See more of my creative offerings and opinions at: Philip Brent Digital Art Philip Brent Digital Art and […]
What would I do with me, without you? Do any of us know what would be true? More than I was, less than I have been, A piece of me missing, no nib in my pen. Scratching at life but leaving no mark, Like rubbing two sticks, without spark. Words are too weak, should I […]
On a trip to the dentist, oh what fun. Needle jabs make your mouth numb. Sharp tools prod, the pleasures none. But not to go would surely be dumb. Sit in a chair, be stood on your head. Get up, a moment, ere you can walk. One side of your face feels like lead, For […]
Today is like most other days Chores, a drive, then waiting, Waiting for this or that among Strangers and semi-strangers And then you find you have Misplaced a day, a date and Wonder how you missed it, Though it saw you. What if It were the most important Day you have ever lived or will? […]
Oh, to be a child again, Not knowing very much. Using magic, no word or pen; Most adults can no longer touch Poets, dreamers, no citation, The mad and sacred artists know; Close their eyes and touch creation. Childlike, they are able to alter the flow.
I have seen the future and I have even lived within it. Difficult, you understand, It’s now when you begin it.
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