I'm uncertain of any connection between seasoned kelp and fugue.
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Belletristic Blathering & Trash Poetry -
Phosphorimental is just a placemat for
the dribblings and crumbs of creativity.
Keep an eye on www.good-graffiti.com and www.trashpoetry.com
Keep an eye on www.good-graffiti.com and www.trashpoetry.com
Thursday, August 2, 2012
regrets
The only regrets in life originate from poor spelling and picking up pennies heads down.
Mathematics of happiness:
The time spent regretting yesterday, is only balanced by a longing to change tomorrow. Funny thing about life right now, is that it can seem only half fulfilled between what just happened and what will happen next. Why are you smiling? I fail to see the humor in that.
Assuming a gaussian distribution, there is a high likelihood that the real answer is in the middle - the joy of the "now" depends on where you set the variance of the before and after. I mean to say,
...it's important to remain absolutely certain throughout your life...but one moment at a time.
Thursday, July 26, 2012
Tears in the Thirsting Years
How intriguing to fathom the labors of love, Staring up from a fathomless well.
As if happiness might lift the wings of a dove,
Clipped and weeping in the hollows of hell.
With great stealth it navigates the depths of doubt,
To overtake a torrent of tears.
A deluge of hope to quench the drought;
Precious seconds for the thirsting years.
art credited via www.emotionallyvague.com
Tuesday, July 24, 2012
SWEETLY AS ONE
Together we lower the moon and raise the sun,
An ocean apart, but sweetly as one.
This love is in the rhythm of earth’s revolution.
Whether it comes to rest
or forever spin without friction.
No living thing that stirs its surface
Will alter a second in time
The sound of your heart will only be heard
not by meteors or comets, but mine.
A fatherly sigh, of divine breath lifts us,
Like dust from the planet, so gently
As two souls collide out of billions who tried
Finding peace on this braided journey
Revolutions in swirl around a steadfast sun.
As two once lost beings come sweetly as one.
An ocean apart, but sweetly as one.
This love is in the rhythm of earth’s revolution.
Whether it comes to rest
or forever spin without friction.
No living thing that stirs its surface
Will alter a second in time
The sound of your heart will only be heard
not by meteors or comets, but mine.
A fatherly sigh, of divine breath lifts us,
Like dust from the planet, so gently
As two souls collide out of billions who tried
Finding peace on this braided journey
Revolutions in swirl around a steadfast sun.
As two once lost beings come sweetly as one.
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