Plans

I want to study rhetorical progression - how disparity of knowledge drives a narrative. Exposition.

Answered prayer

Frustrated.

That's me.

Perpetually. Inescapably. Increasingly, unceasingly - frustrated.

Life isn't full of dead ends; it IS one. You only end when you're dead. In the meantime, you just helplessly endure each and every roadblock which spitefully interrupts any forward momentum you might have gained since the last one. Wall; wall; wall. Stop. Stop. Stop. (Blank-blank-blank). That's life.

Still, as I take yet another tortured whirl round the mulberry bush, I can't help but notice a little star twinkling. As the dust and debris clear, I (still spinning) see a new bridge emerge - faintly illuminated in singular starlight - from the ashes of the fallen one. Yes, as the bloody bush and broken bridge blur to become mere coffee-stains, my fair lady stands atop the celestially-crowned archway with arms raised and clearly pronounces to its sole hovering lamp: "Thou gem of unexpected beauty and happy circumstance! Give us light beyond life that we, like thee, may guide others into love and truth. Lord, have mercy. Christ, have mercy. Lord, have mercy."

Now I lay me down to sleep. I sell the world my soul too cheap.

Aphorism 1

A lighter which burns

To watch its flame glow

Soon burns itself empty and dark.

A writer who yearns

To make his fame grow

Will yearn himself short of the mark.

Today's Forecast

"The radiant winds of heaven blow eagerly earthward, to catch each facet of some full-budded tree and set it warmly stirring in emeraldine shimmer."

Upon a Midday Breeze of Little Note

chimes,
they say,
sing in the woods' breath,

rung
by none
but hummingbirds' strums.

still,
it seems,
these sylvan dreams slip

by
undone
– unless one Slumbers.

Capriccio 6

Pressure and pressure and pressure
inside. outside. throb throb throb.
...shhhhhhhhhhhvvvvvvvtttttttttttt

–Slam. can i slam? bam bam bam.
slam you. slam her. slam bam slam
zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzznnnnnnnnnnnn.

Sinkhole, singhole, knifehole,
headbuzz, earbuzz, fuzzfuzz,
ruzzruzz, duzzduzz, guzzguzz,
buzzbuzz buzzbuzz buzzbuzz
–dddddddddddddddddddddddd...............

No lesson. No answer only truth this time. But now the truth is empty and won't fart no rhyme. If there's nothing to create, then there's nothing to love. Not if. When.

Driving at night

Reflections from the street twist and turn in a garish display.  Piercing headlights lance through my windshield, leaving me in a lightheaded golden daze.