…. Here then, a tale as told by a Grannie to Grandson, giving her hell. As this story goes, it’s really quite old and rose from the dust of New Mexico…. ~ This much I know, when politics fail it fails for just most folks, greatly. Failure qua failure is failure the more, no matter […] Continue reading
…. I’ve wasted much time body and spirit, on drugs of a kind: those of a poet. The rhymes in the mind, the beats to the brain, sometimes explosive! but oft times inane. Always compulsive, this poet’s own bane; always addictive, it drives me insane. A magic in numbers, in word counts, to blame; this […] Continue reading
…. The Duke City’s known the Sun, before shown Coronado and those of his friends; and the Old Ones, they knew, the Wind, as it blew the Sun West to East and then send into the darkness, the black of the night, Stars shining brightly, Stars into flight, the room for the Moon to come […] Continue reading
…. There is a certain lovely-ness in how our people feel; by Chance to test the something-ness of Hope, where Hope appeals. Nary a week nor day goes by – an hour, a minute or second – where many the question of How or Why beckons not […] Continue reading
…. (Preamble) In a world turned around they’re taking on Heroes, Heroes, new to the fore. The world’s upside down, but that’s how it goes when Heroes are Heroes no more. The People have changed from what they would do: Rearranged! It’s strange, estranged from the New. […] Continue reading
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~ Who am I? What is my Purpose? What is the Meaning of Life? How should I know my Role in the Cosmos? Why do I have to die? What is this Love, and Sorrow and Laughter? What is this Yearning to Try?…
~ It’s raining again in Central Virginia; it’s grey, and everything’s wet. No blue skies today, for Central Virginia; just water, is all we will get. Percussions of patter and trickles of splatter, a hundred, if thousand, small rivulets. Just pounding and splatter of water on matter, and water just wets all that it hits. […] Continue reading
– An advANTs of ANTs have moved in my house; though none of them mine, nor that of my spouse. Now I’m in accordANTs with being quite fair; but these tiny creatures, my welcome, they wear! With total defiANTs and surprise, they appear; my alimANTs, I know, are the reason they’re here. No compliANTs they […] Continue reading
~ Autumn falls fast, when it springs into Winter, whilst all along Winter is getting warmed up. ~ And all of this happens so plentifully fast, which augments the feelings of a life moving past. – So fast! Too fast! Is it time moving passed? – All of these feelings of failing and falling, that appear […] Continue reading
~ By its shapes, how it smells, and by looking to tell all the whats wheres and whens of the senses, the poet survives, by bringing alive all those thats, theres, and thens to the pensées. And all, by deceit! Word-verbiage feat! Ah well, What the hell. What’s a metaphor for, but conceit. And you […] Continue reading
I’m just the poet; A real simple man. Humble disquiet Pours forth, From my hand. None there Dare read me; Nor me, Understand. I’m just a poet, With words In my pen. No one Reads poetry! Lest, the poet Be dead. Somewhere, Onetime, Someone had said. Well… This one’s A short one. It’s not […] Continue reading
…. A Worm Moon arises high overhead; a hole in the sky; a well, water fed. No silhouette figure ever appears; abandoned, this well, everyone fears. A sky overhead; it never is clear. Clouds cover up what blue may be there. Never a figure appears overhead. Abandoned, it is, the owners all dead. And once, […] Continue reading
…. It’s that time of year, the coming again: Green as the color, the color of spring. Birds singing freely, swing limb from limb; spring is the color, of music they hymn. Flora, abounding! Colors, astounding! Fauna, out standing amid all and in the green of the spring, they come and revere; But they […] Continue reading
…. A difficult subject can be explained to the slowest, witless, dimwitted of man; that is, so long as he’s never pre-trained in knowledge, idea, therewith forehand. ~ But he, most intelligent, knowledge ordained; firmly persuaded, and always demands; he will not listen, nor will he obtain the simplest notion, no matter how plain. …. […] Continue reading
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