penny in your hand
copper over both your eyes
Charon, keep the change
penny in your hand
copper over both your eyes
Charon, keep the change
"Remember, we are all in this alone." - Lilly Tomlin
Charon, keep the change.
Glimmers in the children's eye.
Sparkling of hope.
For I have known them all already, known them all:
Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons,
I have measured out my life with coffee spoons;
I know the voices dying with a dying fall
Beneath the music from a farther room.
So how should I presume?Eliot
sparkling of hope
in a string of Christmas lights
one burns out — all will
"But do you really, seriously, Major Scobie," Dr. Sykes asked, "believe in hell?"
"In flames and torment?""Oh, yes, I do."
"That sort of hell wouldn't worry me," Fellowes said."Perhaps not quite that. They tell us it may be a permanent sense of loss."
"Perhaps you've never lost anything of importance," Scobie said.
One burns out - all will.
Faster to the finish line.
Stumble to glory.
For I have known them all already, known them all:
Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons,
I have measured out my life with coffee spoons;
I know the voices dying with a dying fall
Beneath the music from a farther room.
So how should I presume?Eliot
Stumble to glory
cardboard wings melting in rain
future trickles down
Our task must be to free ourselves by widening our circle of compassion to embrace all living creatures and the whole of nature and its beauty
~Albert Einstein
future trickles down
cheek..shoulder...midriff...leg...sole
'til it's in the drain
Last edited by Haunted; 12-31-2009 at 12:56 PM.
"But do you really, seriously, Major Scobie," Dr. Sykes asked, "believe in hell?"
"In flames and torment?""Oh, yes, I do."
"That sort of hell wouldn't worry me," Fellowes said."Perhaps not quite that. They tell us it may be a permanent sense of loss."
"Perhaps you've never lost anything of importance," Scobie said.
'til it's in the drain
pieces of yesterday's child
shattered consciousness
Our task must be to free ourselves by widening our circle of compassion to embrace all living creatures and the whole of nature and its beauty
~Albert Einstein
Shattered consciousness,
Colours drip out of their hands.
A cherry on top.
For I have known them all already, known them all:
Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons,
I have measured out my life with coffee spoons;
I know the voices dying with a dying fall
Beneath the music from a farther room.
So how should I presume?Eliot
A cherry on top
Completes a piece of beauty
Which sates my hunger.
Which states my hunger,
empty plate, dinner table-
a whirlwind of sorts
Dreams! adorations! illuminations! religions!
the whole boatload of sensitive!
— Allen Ginsberg, Howl II.
a whirlwind of sorts
winter storm-a snow globe of
insatiable grace
"The important thing is not to stop questioning. Curiosity has its' own reason for existing." ~ Albert Einstein
"Remember, no matter where you go, there you are." Buckaroo Bonzai "Some people say I done alright for a girl." Melanie Safka
Instatiable grace,
Unfathomable fate comes.
A heartbeat away.
For I have known them all already, known them all:
Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons,
I have measured out my life with coffee spoons;
I know the voices dying with a dying fall
Beneath the music from a farther room.
So how should I presume?Eliot
a heartbeat away
from flatlining, there is you,
waiting in the wings...
"But do you really, seriously, Major Scobie," Dr. Sykes asked, "believe in hell?"
"In flames and torment?""Oh, yes, I do."
"That sort of hell wouldn't worry me," Fellowes said."Perhaps not quite that. They tell us it may be a permanent sense of loss."
"Perhaps you've never lost anything of importance," Scobie said.
Waiting in the wings...
for the final curtain call
of Death's masquerade
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before. ~ Edgar Allan Poe
of Death's masquerade,
dagger gleaming in the hall,
in 2 minutes - death.
Dreams! adorations! illuminations! religions!
the whole boatload of sensitive
— Allen Ginsberg, Howl II.
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