Weird weather today,
with its swirling snow and sleet
on an April day!
Weird weather today,
with its swirling snow and sleet
on an April day!
The Magus says, "As
Above, so Below"; therefore,
let Peace and Love reign.
Here are a couple recent ones:
Why am I naked?
Frost covers all that is seen
Tough life for a tree
Time has quickly stopped
Not even a mouse may move
Control, Alt, Delete
The black chariot
Uncertain yet imminent
The Eleventh Hour
Suit and Tie dinner
Unable to leave, nearly free
A man’s final meal
Looking through crosshairs
Some would say I steal a soul
I take the picture
My hands, both broken
Crushed into a helpful face
No one will know time
Another day comes
with ambition, effort, and
triumph to enjoy!
Silence is golden;
at times it can embolden
my thoughts and myself.
Don't silence the fool
with hempen fibres he makes
the noose he will wear
"I am glad to learn my friend that you had not yet submitted yourself to any of the mouldy laws of Literature."
-John Muir
"My candle burns at both ends; It will not last the night; But ah, my foes, and oh, my friends - It gives a lovely light"
-Edna St. Vincent Millay
The Mystery of
Change is not Rocket Science;
just do your Best now!
Sincerely,
Uncle Lar
Fearing Change is moot,
since the only Constant is
Change, per Asimov.
"The only constant is change, continuing change, inevitable change, that is the dominant factor in society today. No sensible decision can be made any longer without taking into account not only the world as it is, but the world as it will be."
(Isaac Asimov)
Have a great Weekend!
Sincerely,
Uncle Lar
under the train track bridge,
jade river pulling riverweed,
creosote
"Don't matter who they are, anybody sets foot in this house, they are company and don't let me catch you remarking on their ways like you were so high and mighty."
Thoughts ablazin', words
amazin', deeds brazen, Oh,
to be a Hero!
As a new week starts,
I aim to operate with
wisdom discreetly.
Every time a thought
Strikes me worthy of writing
My pen's ink runs dry
What is the use of a violent kind of delightfulness if there is no pleasure in not getting tired of it.
- Gertrude Stein
A washerwoman with her basket; a rook; a red-hot poker; th purples and grey-greens of flowers: some common feeling which held the whole together.
- Virginia Woolf
Writers block hits hard
Below the belt of the mind
Muse's boxing gloves
I declare after all there is no enjoyment like reading! How much sooner one tires of anything than of a book! When I have a house of my own, I shall be miserable if I have not an excellent library.
Jane Austen, Pride and Prejudice
Writer's Block is meant
to be broken, therefore, think,
write, and enlighten!