Facebook Kerfuffle.I understand.I get my knickers in a twist sometimes too.I posted something in annoyance.You didn't like it.It wasn't addressed to you personally,but you sent me a private message saying I shouldn't post such stuff.That's what hurts.I can forgive.You'll never know thoughbecause you unfriended meover one silly post.
UntitledGratitude Chokaalone in my house,with your undelivered mail,I hear the washing-machineclean the clothes you left;the dust gathers in your roomalong with the silencesand the absent firelets in the winter's chill,but I think of you and smile.
wind chimesone bird on a wire,two birds on another -wind chimes
Dullsome days the rainenvelopes time,stamps the pavementwithout a soundthrough the window passing.I, en-chambered,not waking but sleepingat the post,receivingunwritten messages.
Fish and Frog.A Frogologue.Frog is sitting on a log that is lying across a small pond. Fish is swimming around in that pond.Frog: We are all objects moving through space and time.Fish: You are not moving; you are sitting. Neither am I moving through space; I am moving through water.Frog: Mere quibbles, Quibbler. The water and the log are both moving through space as the world turns, and because you are in the water and I am on the log, we are moving too.Fish: I object.Frog: Why?Fish: You said I was an object so I am objecting.Frog: Ha, ha, very funny, Tiddler.Fish: My name is Fish.Frog: To me you are a tiddler. I am old and wise beyond your imagining.Fish: You have no idea of what I can imagine. Besides, there's a lot I don't even need to imagine, such as pompous frogs on logs.Frog: I rise above you, in
Behind the curtain.maybe it's good to be depressed because:all the tawdry rags you've worn make sense;you don't have to believe in finery anymore;you can see that all your friends are fools;that the biggest fool is you,that you are me.
Letters From Holmes sampler.This is a sampler of part of the Secret Santa gift I made for PresentsFromSanta. Unfortunately I forgot to take any photos of it before I sent it away, but it is primarily a textual gift. It consisted of a series of letters and post-cards from Sherlock Holmes (modern version) to his friend John Watson. They were placed in random order and put in a folder labelled Top Secret with accompanying instructions from Watson to sort them in to order and also to extract from them an embedded text which will lead the recipient to my DA account where I will reveal the end to the mystery and lead to the recovery (hopefully) of the missing Sherlock. There are some red herrings in the letters, but I hope the solving will be fun and not too difficult. Words that I have capitalised here are actually written in red ink in the original documents.A few of the letters in no particular order:Letter:Dear John,You say the lady vanishes? I wonder.I have procured
thought and memory-thought and memory-Wait three seconds, then hear crowsstorm approaching... how it mutterseyes are closing, breathing deeplywaiting for the chimes to weepdistant rumbleof man and machinethoughts are silentstorm approaching...how it mutterswaiting for the chimes to weepgliding form of shadow crowSlowly waking from a dreamthe childhood homebulldozed and carted away butnot from my mindGliding form of shadow crowFar away the thunder comments One more day, without existingYour perfumed scent, lingers stillkiss meunder the arching rosesonce againOne more day, without existingEyes are closing, breathing deeplyYour perfumed scent, lingers stillWait three seconds, then hear crows
Finding Lossin the sky, stars now fallingfrom the river rises steamwishes made, but seldom grantedFate is cold...and sometimes meanunseenfaster than the speed of lightsnow fallsfrom the river rises steamFate is cold...and sometimes meanbetween us both a candle flickersand by your lips i often burncold kissesupon the groundflaming leavesbetween us both a candle flickers with just whisper it is goneand fields of ice your eyes soon turna foolish game of breaking heartsa thousand firesan invisible lakebeyond the citywith just a whisper it is gonewishes made but seldom granteda foolish game of breaking heartsin the sky, stars now falling
NarniaOne childhood I had, but truthfully two;Nay, more than two worlds were my dwelling place.For every book I inwardly flewTo lands much impressed and never erasedFrom the light in my heart, writ on my faceAnd etched in my soul with a lock and key--And every book opens them for me.
Sameness or DifferenceIt's okay to be different,what makes the earth spin around?Your courage, strength, ingenuity,builds from the power withinI told you once that it would be boring,if all minds were the same,if all souls were same in purity,if all hearts pulsed as one...No one would be unique, beautiful,precious in their own way.No one would find opportunities,marking on their pathways.Future days would become today..“What about easier?”If difference helped the earth spin,would sameness make it stop?Would sameness break the devices,that prevents the gripping vices?To some, it would never happen,but to those who differ disagree.Because saving the human race,is something that is hard to reach with grace,above what we could do and achieve,with forces besides us at a steady pace..
ICH WEISSvon dort hinein woher Das Lichtso wie warum woher so dichtund kalt warum so kalt das lichtwer wie weiß wie wie staub die schicht ich weiß ich weiß ich träume nichtund wer warum oh du der lachtwohin ihr wie ich weiß ihr wachtwarum ich nicht wie ihre machtwie staub Nein Schnee so sacht so sacht ich weiß ich weiß es ist nicht nachtreal warum vergisst die sichtkenn euch hab euch wo Vor Gerichtnicht jetzt wohin geh weg das lichtihr kommt ich weiß da glas das bricht ich weiß ich weiß oh bitte nicht
oN iiN2aNiiTYI feel the air crushingPressure constrictingMy pulse rushingMy veins restrictingThe world swirls blackLines shift and fadeMy brain loses trackOf this insane masqueradeThe words I hearI do not know whose they areMany voices in my earAt first they appear from a farSlowly the voices grow nearLouder, more intenseScared, but no fearFor I have a defenseI think back to what you saidI concentrate, concentrateThey scream from the deadMy mind they desecrateThe words surround meSome shout unintelligiblyOthers whisper in gleeFighting for control allegedlyI can hear them fuss and argueContradicting each otherTelling me things that aren’t trueUntil their words begin to smotherMeVoicesTheNoisesI can feel the madness“Join us”Impending sadness“E pluribus”I block them out“LEAVE” I shoutLaughter, without a doubtI start to pace aboutI can’t take thisI whisperSomething I can’t missThe air grows crisperAll thes
Compassionate EmpathyThe wind blows cheerfully, and the leaves busily scatter;The chill in the air hangs thick like a fat-filled bladder.Seeing you shiver in the night, I will share a personal note;Were I there, I would give you my warm coat.With each passing breath, there is a little more decay;With a will of its own, Time marches onward every day.Though my thoughts I do not always say, I will now relate;Were I there, I would help bear the load of life's heavy plate.Differences can create deep valleys of sorrow and pain;These points align and can create emotional strain.We follow different creeds and do not share a mother;If I were there, I would embrace you like a beloved brother.Share these words at both dinner tables and every hearth;Their message speaks across time and distance across the Earth.Though life is lived fast today, a moment is all it takes for concern;Compassionate empathy beckons you, waiting for you to discern.
Poisoning MusesAnd you are why I writeMy pen ink-poison dippedUnsettling, hopeless sight.May muses thus be gripped,Transfixed as blood flows outWhere wing-like pen was clipped.And may I never doubtThe force of pouring inkTo ease the come-aboutOf everything I thinkOn paper, writ in bloodLike my own grail to drink.In pain and purpose, poisoned on pageTo bear my words out from where they're caged.
Out Of The LinesYou can’t hear all the wordsThat still run through my mindAs I spin with the EarthFalling out of the linesI can’t colour insideWhen there’s so much to seeSo I’m damaged by prideAs it colours through meStill you can’t see the wayThat my words want to bleedLike you can’t see the breaksThat still have yet to be
Right/WrongBack and white fade into greyRight and wrong lead me astrayGood and evil; opposing forcesTheir word, law, forced upon usThe crown feeds lies to the weakMore false promises to the meekSo, who is right and who is wrong?Who rebels and who is strong?They are all one in the sameA simple fabrication to keep us tame.
The Side You ShowI hold myself to high expectationsI need to have perfect presentationsPeople look up to me, I have to setA proper example; of course I fretI was once bullied, and it made me seeThe kind of person I wanted to beSomeone who’ll come running, someone who caresSince when I needed them no-one was thereI have lost loved ones, but I’m okay nowI will live up to them, I’ll make them proudYou don’t have to help me, I can succeedAt my tasks…no I can’t…please, I’m in needI’m different, happy and love to have funMarching to the odd beat of my own drumI don’t care what you think or what you sayFor if I did my smile would go awayI can have it all if I set my mindOn being the best and not left behindEveryone thinks of me as ‘the cool kid’They can’t know about the things that I’ve hidI’m living the dream, I’m here at the topEveryone’s waiting for me to slip up-I mean to witness wha
april seventhtimepresses onwardsIam flattened