One’s expectations alter during war time; the uncertainty of it all I suppose. Each day lived without any high hopes, when reaching the end of each day was accomplishment enough. One thing I would never have expected, in time of conflict or blissful days of peace, was to see a spectre in daytime…more
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from my grailquesting blog- Book of Pages October 22, 2009Books are the bricks that build my cell Pages the chains that bind me No partner, no love, nor friends to quell This solitude that rages around me A barren confession, to shameful to tell A hollow life, unlived, left behind me A life sentence served and a lifetime to dwell On this loneliness that will always surround me. [...]
- Pandora’s Legacy October 12, 2009When Pandora’s box was opened and all the ills of the world where let loose the gods conspired to leave one thing remaining to aid humankind. What remained in the box was Hope. What happens when this, too, is lost? The spirit dies, there is no point. No point in trying. No point to anything you do. Just [...]
- stultus et flosculus September 29, 2009What is a flower? A flower is a thought. It is one thing becoming another. The unfolding of energy and matter. It is a process. The Process. of one becoming another. It is energy made manifest. It is the bee that collects the pollen. It is the jar of honey, it is me. It is the cow that eats the grass It is the milk that’s [...]
- Temps Perdu September 29, 2009Seeing the leaves fall from the tree Had never truly worried me but now I mark their brief descent with morbid sense of lost time spent. For does not the now naked tree Bare against each winter freeze Reflect the passing of my life for me The World the Tree, our lives like leaves. They served their purpose in season of sun Harboured light [...]
- Book of Pages October 22, 2009
