The free space within ourselves is greatA constant source of wonder and mysteryBefore we choose to question or contemplate We ask what we want to beWe spread with inspiration from our conceptionYet we remain as an atomic outline Existing in the borders of our perception One in which we struggle to defineMass on mass hovering a … Continue reading Thất Ngôn Trường Thiên: The Space Within
You question me throughout it all,try to rebuke,what occurrence we may befall,you call a fluke. I lie when I say it's a skill.You're right, I suck.The outcome, while it is my will,is still dumb luck. The decnad cummaisc is an Irish poetic form that employs quatrains with both end and internal rhymes. Here are the … Continue reading Dechnad cummaisc: Dumb Luck
It was busy in the restaurant. They were short staffed, customers kept walking in, orders were piling up and mistakes were being made. The cherry on top, a birthday cake was missing.What happened to the cake? Who is to blame? I didn't eat it, said the chef. It was for a reservation.I didn't eat it, … Continue reading WHODUNIT? What happened to the cake?
How visions appear, may never be clear Like gilded parchment on a rushing stream By some trance, under dubious circumstance Are our efforts to capture the essence of a dream In a wakeful state, one can contemplate What purpose makes it so If the soul must spy through a shuttered eye The answer is not … Continue reading The Essence Of A Dream
Thursday Thoughts: Frosty What goes through Frosty the Snowman's mind when he watches a snowball fight?