We of all the small ones are repulsed In it we are we and thus and so, yet not we, we wait upon the turning of the tide In the end the demonoid picotant was needful of a place to sleep. In the end the demonoid picotant slept by we all the small ones. In […]
Repeating Series of We All the Small Ones
Indescribably picotent of the needling the alterations of candidness were trimmed and served Ineluctably illiterate we of the glitterati meet and determine your appearance In the gaps of this we of all the small ones bubble up and flitter Ineluctably the evolutions of the series of glittering up, of poking and prodding, in the aftermath […]
We all the small ones are dreaming
In dreams we can be free for a moment Our time on earth is finite, our depth of experience is deep In it we the small dream of days and we recount, ever feverish, how it was ever thus so That is until it isn’t Dreaming of we all the small ones we hope of […]
Jose Padua: On the Realization that Miracles are the Result of Hard Labor
Originally posted on Vox Populi:
“I’m not having one of those things coming out of me,” my six year old daughter says, meaning babies, “No way!” She pokes her head up from the back seat on our way home from the doctor, her brother next to her but five months away from being born. “I’m…
Decay
Words fell in a glitter of dust All of them were mostly luminous All along the riverbank the collected speech of the countrymen piled In the enchanted silence it had no where else to go The piles began to stink and spew gases The words died and decayed Only the most basic units were left […]
Menagerie
Casting about for a reason I sink a plumb line into the firmament My wings have been cut But still I build my edifice . In it there will be a menagerie And a fountain Exotic birds, an aviary And a throne room I am the lord of this, my castle Yet the animals do […]
Bookstand
Technology of such elegance and simplicity It escapes all notice Until you see it And seeing, need
Erupted
These layers of old wounds pile up and in a weak moment erupt Collapsing A series of fires A nod to the angels A truckful of illusions In silence we go on, changed Untold stories ripple out across the water upsetting the bobbing flotsam in a left-handed kind of Silence
Microcosm Poem, Emptiness Poem
Under small mushrooms, A blade of grass Worker bees visit the clover Sunlight glints on dew This microcosm a universe Settling on the fungus’ shoulders Unsatisfied The silence of all day Perforated by pills and chasing goals One thing leads to another And all is accomplished (yet to what end?) And I am still alone
Steps to Philosophy, Steps to the Central Loop of Human Concepts
An interesting wikipedia clade: “Wikipedia trivia: if you take any article, click on the first link in the article that isn’t in parentheses or italic, and then repeat, you will eventually end up in “Philosophy”. from the mouseover text of http://xkcd.com/903/ which the picture for I can’t post for some reason. I find this fascinating and […]
Lost in Mist 