Mutter,
Listen in the heat for stillness
Quiet is creation
Disgusted, destruction stops
Halted by the force of - change
The power of change is
The power of the silent
Slow, manipulation seeks a wedge
A silent edge
Slices like no other
Subtly dangerous
Wantonly creative
And always,
Cuts like change
Exchanging hands
Only becomes fouler
More putrescent
Eventually luminescent with filth
So can it shine again.
Wednesday, October 31, 2007
Tuesday, October 30, 2007
Advertising Takes Precedence Over Common Sense
Today I saw this on the back of a truck:
"My USA supports our troops whenever we go, no aid or comfort to the enemy (No Way)."
Are they implying that popping open the back of a truck belonging to another trucking company would yield hostile Arabs lounging in jacuzzi sipping fruity drinks?
"My USA supports our troops whenever we go, no aid or comfort to the enemy (No Way)."
Are they implying that popping open the back of a truck belonging to another trucking company would yield hostile Arabs lounging in jacuzzi sipping fruity drinks?
Monday, October 29, 2007
Automatic of Observation
Del memorandum in tandem,
Sprachen en mi choleric sum
Don't you know fun?
All others see in kaleidescope periscope scopes,
But I see in gray skies and clouded eyes
Blue of the water and sea
Appeals to me.
Sprachen en mi choleric sum
Don't you know fun?
All others see in kaleidescope periscope scopes,
But I see in gray skies and clouded eyes
Blue of the water and sea
Appeals to me.
Thursday, October 25, 2007
Imprecision
Swing down,
Sweep me off my feet,
God knows I need it.
Don't hesitate,
A moment lost to indecision,
Is a moment lost to wisdom.
Wait, that can't be right.
If in caution lies wisdom, and wisdom caution,
Then where do I come in?
When do I get my turn at bat?
Coming and going,
Back and forth,
Taunting me from my position,
Firmly affixed to the back of the cage,
Like a well-worn wanted poster,
But all I wanted was
A chance.
Sweep me off my feet,
God knows I need it.
Don't hesitate,
A moment lost to indecision,
Is a moment lost to wisdom.
Wait, that can't be right.
If in caution lies wisdom, and wisdom caution,
Then where do I come in?
When do I get my turn at bat?
Coming and going,
Back and forth,
Taunting me from my position,
Firmly affixed to the back of the cage,
Like a well-worn wanted poster,
But all I wanted was
A chance.
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