in the time we are awake
the countless missed moments
all those dreams we forget
not to know what we are
until we need to let it go
better is the pain of it all
than never to touch a thing
wondering where we will go
when long we finally will sleep
Reflection
12:50pm friday, 12th october
I'm feeling a bit poetic.....
The Change
Does time change?
Does the lunatic revel in his madness?
Waiting for something he lost long ago.
Do cheeseburgers remember the stench and horrid feeling of the slaughter house?
Did Jesus have a last cigarette before accepting a nail in the hand?
When the birds sing of ever lasting love
without deception, then the open gate on
the east side of paradise will fling open, for two wiccans to see...
The god of disease and afflictions will wait in the vortex of the perennial program of cyber deceit.
The smell of fall air is beautiful.
Once there was a pile of smoke above a cloud of fire.
The paperboy misses the gate on his last route.
When silver and gold blend, then the watchmen will create spectacles of cotton candy for children of the cloth.
Dance to the sound of chaos, and be disturbed to the fullest.
Santa loves spaghetti.
Reflection