Simplicity, humility Are the thoughts that most appeal to me At the threshold of a window ledge Yet all my dreams are fevered My thoughts all cantilevered Still against the bitter end I hedge ...and I’m quite good with hedges
It’s already changing in ways we can’t even know or understand.
So perfect now, but it’s only like this because were innocent… until now.
It’s true, there is fate.
Our fate is to taste the perfect fruit of the garden, then fall from grace.
The storm has raged and seethed and sung.
Death awaits at journey’s end
A silent half-thought sentence
Suspended in mid-air
Neither floating up nor down; just there
With care I would attend the words
wrought for that closing phrase
So many drafts, how densely filled that final august page
How tedious, how tiresome the bleak unmetered text
In vain anticipation of some good that must come next
Attend you now the space before that final deathly dot
It’s there for you to fill with love,
for that is all you’ve got.
The elongated shadow cast by the timber cottage blocked the morning sun’s rays from reaching the narrow path by which the boy and his grandmother approached the beach each day.
The small building was plain and unremarkable except for the kitchen chimney which jutted skywards at an awkward angle due to an error in its construction.
Translated in dark silhouette onto the rippled sand of the beach, the chimney’s conical steel cap sometimes seemed to be pointing out the spot where the boy’s grandmother would wait, towel in hand, for him to return from the freezing foam of the ocean each day.
We never think we’re bad
We never think it’s us
Just maybe a little mad...
But we don’t like to discuss, it
doesn’t matter that we’re haunted
By the stupid things we've done
That we still live in the shadows cast
By wounded friends and lovers
And cower, cold, and shunned by others
It’s over... and over again
It’s the stare of former friends
At wits’ end...
At the wit’s end.
Spare me the middle Spare me the time spent muddling The money managing The taking the time to mind your manners The panacea, the planners, the mindless mindfullness The painless leveraged loss and gain Damn your principled stance, damn your love that never took a chance Heed the dull ache in your heart Bleed, feel, [...]
As ever The things we do The things we make The things we say Will in time be rusted Worn and washed away Our dreams and cares will pass Our arms and hands And legs and feet Our brains and hearts No more or less than trees and leaves and grass Will die and fade [...]
Brilliant shafts of sunlight penetrate the canopy of ancient trees, and dance across the leaves of fern and flannel flower. The warm still air is silent but for the sounds of a cool stream tripping and running across its smooth pebbled bed A dragonfly hovers and skims restlessly above the water's rippling surface on gossamer [...]