To look into the mirror and see God,
Or to see what we have done with His image?

Children of the Nile.

The god in the sun
Rains dry death
We crouch before
The river of life.
To sever our feeble cords
We need but fall
And be swept away
To where life and death meet.

I am feeling all over-inflated with self pride at my depth and insightfullness for thinking of the statement (hopefully not from the 'plagiarising center' of my brain):

Couples grow apart when they do not grow together.



Catch the pun. It's a slippery one I'm told. My flatmate missed it. If you think it is a truism, you miss the deeper meaning. Honest. It's there and it's deep.


On a down side, I have been sick all weekend and am going to see the doctor tomorrow. Reminder to self - appointment at 9:15 AM.

In Sickness and in Health.

Through the fog of dreams
Is the soft hum of the telephone
I'd reach through stars to get it
But my legs are no more real
Than the dream cosmos.

Love these lyrics by breaking benjamin

BREAKING BENJAMIN LYRICS
"So Cold"
Crowded streets are cleared away
One by One
Hollow heroes separate
As they run

You're so cold
Keep your hand in mine
Wise men wonder while
Strong men die

[Chorus]
Show me how it ends it's alright
Show me how defenseless you really are
satisfied and empty inside
That's alright, let's give this another try
If you find your family, don't you cry
In this land of make-believe, dead and dry

You're so cold, but you feel alive
Lay your hand on me one last time

[Chorus x2]


It's alright [x9]

Decision Made:

Book of 100 of my ditties and poems and such to be arranged and assorted by the end of the year, to put the holidays to a fine use.

Prospective titles: King of the Month
Title Fight
Journey to the Diaspora

Infinatesimally Broken

Don't fear now
Home is just around the corner
Beneath the streetlamps
You are a shade short of beautiful
If you're not to scared
To decend the slopes of your high hill
I'd like to take you home now.

Brushing up
Your breaths are pools of lace
You'd never know it
To see your icy face
But you're not at home
Beneath these night sounds
I'm not an enemy
Anymore, just a shoulder to lean on.

It's not war
Just a skirmish on the border
Of alcohol and happiness
Counting down the court
At fifty hustling paces
I'm not a common criminal
For seeing you safetly back
To pools of light and friendly faces.

Commenter back up after extended drought of external input.
Huzzah!!

Treatise on the Import of Peace.

Shaped like the fields
They fly through
Missed by the lightnings
That decend from fiery sky
Wander the grassy knolls
Without ever wondering why

Fortune pricks the pastures
Teachers in the green
Beneath their summer highhats
The animals covert themselves
In tiny fodder tents
Innoccents in cells.

I think I lost myself
In a pocket of the past
Or in my other pants.

I got soul but Im not a shoulder.

The morning air is bracing
First thing after sleep
The steepled sun is raising
The day up another steep
Enbankment of another
Session at work straining
For straight A's....


The abacus
Straining the truth
Through concious thought
To the rythmic boom
Of guests in the room
Though you left your watch at home
Anihilate
All passing opposition
On the bus seat opposite
When the wheeling gulls
Pass you by one more time

It's a welcoming smile
The razor cuts
Depression
Followed down the aisle
By the cavacious
Confession
We won and lost
The last man
Was still standing
Of them all the most
I seem to miss
Was that smile
An understanding.

Lie with me a while
The road lies hard ahead
And I'd rather not see the back of you
When I can see your face instead.

These things three
A life should be
Long, and strong,
And filled with you?

Recklessly fortold the hermit wandered woodenly down.
Behold, that hermit is me.

It is purest joy
To whisper your name
In the shadows of my heart.

When I reach for the words
Nothing ever sticks
What I mean to say
Never touches lips
It's a farcry from average
But it's all I got,
Afraid, unusable, confused.


Dont you ever wish you were in a dream, but that dream was so real, you could feel all you see. Intertwined with eternity, where the silent pools dwell, you find your way slowly to a deeper well, where the air coalesces and tells you things, what has been, what is now, and what is yet to be. I'm sure if I went there I'd see your face, but would you be looking back to me or to some other place? Afraid like non-other, I'd catch whispers of the wind, encircling its way slowly to the beginning, of sorts. Is it a sport, to always feel out of place, especially when the world keeps turning at its ferocious place. Did you leave me behind or was I never there? I'm afraid to look, as though knowledge changes anything. But the wells in your eyes, still trap me every time. I cant look away, no matter how hard I try. I see you in a photo, and I can't help but smile, and wonder if you think about me every once in a while. I don't think you do, and I don't blame you, If I were in your shoes, I'd look over me too. But that's hardly the point, with my heart on this blade, that cuts me deep with addicting pain. Over distance and time, I watch you live, I could wish for courage to show what I never did. In this forest, this jungle, this cranny abode, the loading emotions do not seem to slow.

Did I hide the sun when I got too close? Were the shadows cast over by the whisp of a ghost. Of the thing that never was, but I wished it would be. As we sat by the table, enjoying the tea. The ants patrolling their dutiful course, and the Sunday sun, slowly setting, behind the iron shed. I look into your eyes, and never wonder why, I can never look away.


Would that I were a butterfly
That you would see as I fluttered by
Perhaps to a twinkle of your eye
As I flapped my wings to your delight
It's a better thing, that one short flight
Than standing helpless in the night
To die in a day, not caring why
But to see the twinkle in your eye.



Sun sets to catch
the backdrop
between the silver platters
the dewdrop
catches fire, in age
thrice bequeathed
standing beneath
the oaken wood stage
we lay our scene
at the feet of a younger generation

It's an inside out universe
You take pictures of my soul
And place them in a paper bag.
It's a fuller dream than the one you left behind
But the creatures in the mirror swallow you whole.

I'm a fallen leaf in a forest
And you pick me up and take me home
Pressed between two processed pages
I find that I'm never more alone

Like the coke you spilled on the carpet
You never go away
You are a picture in my mind
Of a happy universe
Where I'm always blind
To all but you.

The road hangs heavy on your shoulders
Yet someone is holding out the flag
Knee deep in the dust, your past smoulders
In tendril plumes, from trodden slag.
Better to fall in the battle
Than to die a little every day
Sometimes you have to sacrifice realism
For reality.

The Price of Failure

He who cannot take anything seriously, has nothing to live for but a laugh.

Posts flow
Like butter
In the snow
It's been draining
Me so long
The work at uni
Just goes on
Till brain is
Left high and dry
With nothing to post
Dear reader.