...and so it goes.... |
Have you ever?Can we all hold on to what we think is standard? What happens when you assume? The directions we take can become a blinding force as to what we should know better. How far do we press? W...
Posted by on Sat, 20 Jun 2009 10:06:00 GMT |
Over my cavalcade... |
To know me is the venture outside of you. The limits of peril can only be handled by which we chose to leave. All that I have to suggest is only equated by the world I withhold. To be abstract, is to ...
Posted by on Tue, 07 Oct 2008 22:22:00 GMT |
The Stream |
Of what can not be owned,
Our daub of tenure is askew.
There should be no conception of veracity.
Why is it handed out?
A constant of perpetuity rivals the confines of reminiscence,
It can not be poss...
Posted by on Sat, 02 Aug 2008 11:53:00 GMT |
Just Thinking... |
What to do when the thoughts do not leave? It is a marvel to distinguish what will in fact remain in one's mind. Concerns, memories, anticipation, exultation&&How do these activities relate to each ot...
Posted by on Sun, 27 Apr 2008 14:37:00 GMT |
Of What Shall Be Done... |
Notice inadvertently,
Restrain attentively,
Walk delicately,
Anticipate suddenly,
Perceive keenly,
Wonder infinitely,
Assume readily,
Answer austerely,
Evoke silently,
Receive adoringly,
Question repe...
Posted by on Tue, 12 Feb 2008 13:32:00 GMT |
Of Things To Come... |
How can you flutter?
Where will you set off?
Amazement, the motions fashioned by wings.
A cerulean landscape for your cultivation,
Songs to keep you buoyant,
For the revelation some are eager to besto...
Posted by on Mon, 11 Feb 2008 15:39:00 GMT |
What just happend?..... |
An amazing thing to perceive, is a person's attempt to travel through time. What will spark one to a time far past; and quite possibly, forgotten? What makes one lose their persona and revert back to ...
Posted by on Sun, 27 Jan 2008 09:44:00 GMT |
Follow Me |
I can sense it.The world shifts about the only way it knows.They traverse through the change, the sole way they realize.The consciousness of the objection is too much for most.All I crave is the cando...
Posted by on Sun, 30 Dec 2007 09:24:00 GMT |
I am Going Slightly Mad.... |
That recognizable, dark dwelling where I once breathed, cries out to me with its contentment and shelter. The empty recess within me I crafted, for the sole purpose of survival, became something else....
Posted by on Sun, 28 Oct 2007 03:39:00 GMT |
Help Me....... |
It is what keeps me alone,And what will cultivate solidarity.My forever fault is life sustaining;Take it away from me,And I stand still.No crutch have I owned,No net to catch me.Afford the graces of m...
Posted by on Mon, 13 Aug 2007 08:26:00 GMT |
