Friday, November 30, 2007

Listening to Corinne Baily Rae,
drinking A nice easy wine,
working on a piece of writing
that has been on the shelf
since October,
enjoying meeting up with that particular
train of thought
Yeah, this is better.

I feel flat tonight,
Like a glass of coke
left out:
No fizz.

Wednesday, November 21, 2007

Words can only promise they can not fulfill.

All words are empty until filled with action.

Words are containers, to be filled with experience. This is how words gain their weight.

Every word is a promise waiting for actions to put true.

Tuesday, November 20, 2007

Persons that are not people

Some people just don't know how to be people. They need other people to reflect their person, so that everywhere they look they see a brilliant company of themselves, dancing to strings unseen. These images of self compose all they know of others and the bulk of what they know of themselves. We live our lives, and the bulk of theirs as well. When they speak to you, they are looking themselves in the eye. When they show affection for you they are affirming themselves.

We become people as we become aware of each other, while they remain a person in the midst of a reflective throng; blind to others and surrounded by themselves.

Friday, November 16, 2007

We are all technically different, but all practically the same.

Thursday, November 08, 2007

the night more blurry bright

I like to stand in front of my bookshelves.
It feels good,
to soak it all in at once.
Eyes tracking across spines
Remembering moments, thoughts
and places I’ve been. Some moments and thoughts
mix just right;
forming one feeling,
like mixing yellow and red skittles,
almost warming in its goodness.
I imagine that this is how a weight lifter feels
staring at his equipment before a work out
or a painter at his brush and canvas.
The music helps
And the wine
But there is something about standing in front of your bookshelves
And letting them tickle your mind:
remembering a feeling,
or an entire line of thought.
It makes the wine stronger
And the night more blurry bright.