Words come
Through sources unbidden
Through sources unbidden
Not intended
For me alone
I write them
Or not
Category: Words
Love is easier
I am as baffled by our ability to love as our ability to hate, and especially baffled by people who seem to love hating. How is that possible?
I no longer have the energy for hate. It brings me no pleasure, no relief, only tension, pain, anger.
As grains of sand
We drift through time
As grains of sand
Jostled by ripples
Upon dunes unseen
As grains of sand
Jostled by ripples
Upon dunes unseen
Now we are five
Five
We were six
Now we are five
I just need something…
Something to focus on
Something other than what was
A bit more vibrance, please
It’s not going to be much of a sunset I realize, walking onto the pier beside Ambleside Beach. There’s a little colour there, a subtle tinge lingering beneath the pale sky peeking through grey clouds. The ocean shimmers, just a bit, below the horizon.
Steampunk Penmanship
Letters flow from nibs
With sleek lines and sharp angles
Riveted and welded together
In a haphazard harmony of spare parts
Constructing the machinery of meaning
With sleek lines and sharp angles
Riveted and welded together
In a haphazard harmony of spare parts
Constructing the machinery of meaning
On the outside, looking in
Sometimes I feel left out,
On the outside, looking in.
On the outside, looking in.
It’s not because I’ve been put there.
Outside is a place I have chosen.
And yet, I peer inside,
Longing to be in there.
I linger in places of power
I linger
In places of power
In places of power
Quell my ego
Quell my mind
They both fear
Whatever is greater than they
Deliriously Happy
Yep, that’s a deliriously happy face graffiti’d onto the side of a dumpster.
Now, you can call that irony, or juxtaposition, and maybe the person who painted it there was thinking that way too.
But…
Be made of iron
Steel
Be made of steel
Be made of steel
Or iron
Yes, even better
Be made of iron
Iron ages
Rusts
Like the lines etched
In an old man’s face
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