The miserly misery of it all, with sunshine still shining across the field.
Tuesday, May 7, 2013
Keep on
It is working, killing that fire. Keeping the flames from burning away all that is supposed to be real, read with two syllables. The reluctance has grown and its life is willing to crush the little lives. The good morning, the piece that hurts is hiding under a pile of flotsam in the corner. Working hard to make the days go fast, not giving up any of it. The fights I will never win. They are eclipsed by the fights I was scared to make.
Wednesday, March 6, 2013
With concern overriding the revulsion, I set forth to endeavor to obtain the approval of the actions of the willing mind. Without an end in sight and the fading memories of the present being supplanted by the clarity of the past. The phenomena of the present fading while the past shines bright is the carnival of being.
Being and non-being are the basics. On the other end of the spectrum is understanding, though like running around the tree, the three motion to the place where a conscience sometimes dwells that there can be action without reaction. There can be movement without energy. The conservation across the entity does not allow for indication of the manners we measure. We make the movement without the conservation, the new energy is potentiated by that which may be no more, it is powering away all that which cannot.
Being and non-being are the basics. On the other end of the spectrum is understanding, though like running around the tree, the three motion to the place where a conscience sometimes dwells that there can be action without reaction. There can be movement without energy. The conservation across the entity does not allow for indication of the manners we measure. We make the movement without the conservation, the new energy is potentiated by that which may be no more, it is powering away all that which cannot.
Monday, February 4, 2013
Thursday, January 10, 2013
Thursday the 2013th year.
It is with a lack of certainty, though not a lack of sincerity that the whiling away of the moment seems complete.
Looking around and out the digital window to the world, storms are brewing. Action and inaction have met and fertilized the eggs of revolution. Never fertilized, they are cracked and whipped into omelettes of absurdity.
Little there is and little there isn't to truth these times not so tough.
Much may be and some that never will still tend to mutter their unpleasantries all the while.
Out of many one and from one to many the words are uttered to ears plugged against the maidens cry.
Looking around and out the digital window to the world, storms are brewing. Action and inaction have met and fertilized the eggs of revolution. Never fertilized, they are cracked and whipped into omelettes of absurdity.
Little there is and little there isn't to truth these times not so tough.
Much may be and some that never will still tend to mutter their unpleasantries all the while.
Out of many one and from one to many the words are uttered to ears plugged against the maidens cry.
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