Ten thousand parts broken asunder, one little day and roaring thunder. |
Musings of a mathematical wanderer:
Tossing and turning, fighting and burning; Thursday has fallen totally out of control.
One here then one there I used to say; nice and neat was my...
Posted by 1word2many on Fri, 30 Nov 2007 04:21:00 PST |
So the sun rises once more; with scattered strength and shattered roar. |
Musings of a mathematical wanderer:
So the sun rises once more; with scattered strength and shattered roar.
Lightly punishing blows and humility in groves;
Leave...
Posted by 1word2many on Mon, 05 Nov 2007 03:45:00 PST |
But now I take no joy in the ability to ask. I find no good in that little boy's mask. |
Monday's night brings empty; and empty cannot be real.
What if I told you I might fall; What if I told you I was slipping away?
There are days which lead to nothing but ...
Posted by 1word2many on Tue, 09 Oct 2007 12:32:00 PST |
I dared enter the kingdom and touch its throne; I am left broken and completely alone. |
Destroyed, every bit of it, and nothing left to say. Incomprehensible, every thought of it, and everything left astray.
The worst of this has happened in my time; no more laughter...
Posted by 1word2many on Fri, 14 Sep 2007 03:44:00 PST |
So many wonders and so many dreams; so much thunder and so many screams. |
Tuesday brings everything to truth.
I've got the time to wonder why it left me& I've got the time to wonder what went wrong. I've got the time to wonder what now will be; but most of all...
Posted by 1word2many on Wed, 08 Aug 2007 10:51:00 PST |
I dont know answers and I cant bring rain; but I can stop the questions and I know the pain. |
Friday quietly reveals...
Sometimes the simplest words will do. I am afraid, and now I am telling you.
I bounce around in my life; unresolved conflicts beaming strife. Go...
Posted by 1word2many on Sat, 07 Jul 2007 07:25:00 PST |
An iron-fisted finish is your only buttress, a painful end for you, I must confess. |
Friday returns with the tables turned.
What happens when everything that was good comes crashing undone? What happens when belief and trust turn to nothingness in the sun? This is ...
Posted by 1word2many on Sat, 19 May 2007 08:16:00 PST |
We have and dont have all the same; we want and dont want all the shame. |
Musings of a mathematical wanderer:
With Wednesday comes the sound of silence.
Whipping winds and blurred out grins, bring sounds of silence to my home. The softest sounds with the gent...
Posted by 1word2many on Wed, 07 Mar 2007 03:30:00 PST |
Dreams, goals and desires screams, holes and liars. |
Musings of a mathematical wanderer:
Monday is waiting, but is it wasting time?
Dreams, goals and desires screams, holes and liars. I suppose the day has arrived, to decide whic...
Posted by 1word2many on Mon, 05 Feb 2007 02:31:00 PST |
I feel your blood stained grin dripping with ache, you circle me defenseless barely awake. |
Musings of a mathematical wanderer:
A turn, for those in need.
Thursday was rattled by the smallest shake; now Thursday finds life wide awake.
There is something that is not...
Posted by 1word2many on Fri, 19 Jan 2007 08:41:00 PST |
