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Monthly Archives: May 2016

the stupid don’t believe they’re stupid
most of them don’t even know that they are
how could they?
the wise too don’t know they’re wise
unless they choose to believe the flattery of those around them

the one thing both have in common however
is that neither know the truth about themselves
how can they?
so they are the same

in the end it matters not
all is pointless
chasing after the wind


we want, demand new government
but then we will want, demand again
and again we will demand to be free
free from the choices we previously made
and the circumstance that followed
we, the ungovernable
wanting to be governed
by a government who are themselves endemically ungovernable
demanding that they themselves are to remain unaccountable
to govern in freedom without external controls
uncontrolled by those who demand to be governed anew
to be governed by those who will listen to them
and do their bidding
so we vote again
and again

(for my wife – on her birthday ~ 2014)

a day to celebrate

of times gone by
and times still to come
of dreams fulfilled
and some still to be
thoughts of what was
and of what might still happen
reflections towards the future
resolutions for the next
not knowing what might be
but being there still…


I held the child close to my heart
almost squeezing a little too tight
the limp body, so flexible
offered no resistance
no response
a perfect fit
no more warmth any more
no happy games today
no fresh surprises
no wonder at things yet undiscovered
no running free in no specific direction at all
only silence
It was quite clear
the child would never live again
I wanted to breathe breath back in
to start it all again
to start over
to call back time
but it was not to be
it could not be
the child was gone
forever, lost
so I let go
I had to release it
no memories would help
memories had done enough
it was time to move on
the little boy was gone
yet still, alive in me
the boy had grown into a man
but the man had always remained the boy
it was already over
but it was always beginning again
the boy and the man
forever one until the end
unformed presence
worlds intertwined
still trying to play in the sand
that simply wasn’t there