Life's endless cycle
The sand pours its way through the
smallest interstice
(Last line of last haiku wasn't of 5 syllables, so I took the liberty of trimming it, sorry. )
Life's endless cycle
The sand pours its way through the
smallest interstice
(Last line of last haiku wasn't of 5 syllables, so I took the liberty of trimming it, sorry. )
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...the smell of flowers through metal labyrinths.
Smallest interstice
In my floorboards of my house
Has indicted me
"...has indicted me."
Then the returns, revenges...
Red. Black. Red again.
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...the smell of flowers through metal labyrinths.
Red. Black. Red again.
Flashed the spirit of my soul
Dead on the floor, babe
Dead on the floor, babe,
Ah, auto-erotica!
What made you try it?
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When asked how World War III would be fought, Einstein replied that he didn't know. But he knew how World War IV would be fought: With sticks and stones.
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"What made you try it?"
Oh, what a cheek to speak so
You are a cruel judge.
I must create a system, or be enslaved by another man's. ~ William Blake
Captivity is consciousness,
So's liberty. ~ Emily Dickinson
You are a cruel judge
framing the faintest smudge as
a scarlet letter
a scarlet letter
to scare me out of my wits.
You fail miserably.
I must create a system, or be enslaved by another man's. ~ William Blake
Captivity is consciousness,
So's liberty. ~ Emily Dickinson
you fail miserably
but grasp bitter victory
swaying from a bough
swaying from a bough
the rickety swing will now
send me to heaven
send me to heaven
on the unseen wings of air
melting into mist
I must create a system, or be enslaved by another man's. ~ William Blake
Captivity is consciousness,
So's liberty. ~ Emily Dickinson
send me to heaven
on the unseen wings of air
melting into mist
I must create a system, or be enslaved by another man's. ~ William Blake
Captivity is consciousness,
So's liberty. ~ Emily Dickinson
melting into mist
emotions blend together
into emptiness
If we find the answer, it would be the ultimate triumph of human reason-- for we would know the mind of God.
-Stephen Hawking
into emptiness
I pour our collected dreams
Sleep is too costly
sleep is too costly
to justify the sinful
acts of indulgence
If we find the answer, it would be the ultimate triumph of human reason-- for we would know the mind of God.
-Stephen Hawking