When he worked, he dreamed of rest; Now he rests and dreams of work. Nestled in his hideaway, Giving rein to whim and quirk, He can range o'er all the earth Giving new thoughts second birth -- He can be all things, he can: Except, maybe still A man
the weightiest decisions
some decisions are so worth weighing that we spend a lifetime not making them
To share is human:
what does it mean?
what does it mean to no longer be a thing containing agency? a person, or perhaps a place; four walls, a roof, a heart, a face -- what does it signify when we outlive our late utility, and breath-to-breath and mood-to-mood live emptiness in quietude?
To share is human:
slowly freezing
the power is the order, the order is the way; the way is steep and icier than mere words can portray, but such we hear are freezing out all love or thought or doubt -- the power is the order, and you are in or out
To share is human:
(Disillusioned) Relationships 101
When you've forgotten how to see what you once loved, all that's left are the faults. If they break small promises, you are on fair warning as to bigger ones. Love is generally preferable to hatred, unless you have a Twitter feed. There are two types of people who will let you down in relationships: (1) those currently living; and (2) everyone else. For the best intimate relationships, really listening to your partner is a must. Having them actually present is also preferable. Never act like you know what it is like in someone else's relationship. Unless you are in it, I guess. You know what, never mind. The secret to keeping your partner happy is to always remember anniversaries and not to mess with the thermostat in their car, but mostly the second one.
To share is human:
no stories left
no stories left, he’s told them;
no fables left to preach —
no fabric left for clothing,
no wares for six dollars each
all kinds of people been hurting,
all kinds of folks seen a fall;
nobody’s left who remembers
nobody’s left here
at all
To share is human:
An Unused Gate
He wanders back here seldom,
Noting everything;
The details he can ponder
On, and of —
An unused gate wears out
The same as busy ones;
It merely does so without
Any love
To share is human:
Fugacious Claims (2)
The day becomes a thousand million years; The distance anywhere becomes too far -- The happening that brings alive your fears And turns the world into an abattoir. Devoid of any hope, bereft of tears, You search the skies for some imploding star To lie within; to give yourself unto And see no more of twenty twenty two
To share is human:
Fugacious Claims (1)
I chanced upon a street As quiet as the snow While I watched time escheat To where all moments go The silence and the gloom We've lately come to know Within each house and room Our struggles to keep hale (Or so I would assume) But now another tale Is sung upon these ways A gray Dorian scale A crystallized malaise A melody a beat Before the sun's first rays
