Tag Archives: understanding

Time and Tide Urge

Time and Tide Urge ~~~~~ What happens when you need to change Your mind, your direction, your daily life? Based on new circumstances, bad or good. Life intervenes, demanding you to choose, Take another path you never want to walk. A serious accident, the death of someone Near to you, a love, someone close, gone. […]

Many Lovely Things

Many Lovely Things ~~~~~ Coming to terms with the world at small. Do you think that means anything at all? Time: construct for cosmic construction. Pimple on God’s face: a pustule eruction. We say, hey Mom, hey Mom, look at this. We’re hushed, pushed away, just ignored. How can anyone simply ignore our bliss? Till […]

What Would You Do?

What Would You Do? ~~~~~ When my father told me, late in life, His regret he’d never gone to Spain. Might as well have said, play the fife. I wish I’d have asked him to explain. I think it had to do with the romance, an odd allure of the revolution there. Told as if […]

What Shall I?

What Shall I? ~~~~~ When I have fallen to the blows Lie in the gutter; no one knows, Struggle to stand up on my own, Refuse to take help from anyone. What shall I do then? Since none live without sin. If I shall be forgotten by kith and kin, And lie awake with nowhere […]

The Lamentations of Phileas the Lesser

The Lamentations of Phileas the Lesser ~~~~~ I lay awake in the dead of night. She came and took me by the hand, Raised me up to a wondrous sight, the beauteous dread out upon desert sand. The Milky Way’s starry glory overhead; I wished she’d left me alone, awake abed. I told her this […]

Which is What?

Which is What? ~~~~~ How do we claim land which belongs to none, including the people we stole it from; they knew that. While we are fools cheering our so-called progress. Which is what? It’s reproducing past ability of land, sea, sky, and beyond. We wrote the history that said we are good. We told […]

Taking Flight

Taking Flight ~~~~~ It’s so late at night, it has become very early morning Yet, here I lie, brain roiled in riot, with unclean hands. Creating, too long awake, intent; I should be snoring. Time it is, passing; I seized uncharted, unnamed lands. Until a nascent answer lives, I shall not cringe nor beg. Review, […]