“And another one bites the dust Oh, why can I not conquer love? And I might have thought that we were one Wanted to fight this war without weapons And … Continue reading “I can certainly try.” is a Bunch of Linguistic Bullshit (Part 2: Analysis)
“Tears on your pillow will dry and you will learn Just how to love again Oh my weeping willow Let your leaves fall and return Oh darling the seasons are … Continue reading “I can certainly try” is a Bunch of Linguistic Bullshit (Part 1)
I am a penny blacked and scraped flat, like the bottom of a well dug hole, rusted by life; Bureaucrat, heart working by rote, who cannot get back courage or … Continue reading Two Sense
I have pushed, plied, & pried Your features: Rolling flat your edges With Emotions, explanations, & elements Which were never yours. I have cobbled into existence a chimera: Three dimensional … Continue reading Unrevealed Man
“Choices, skillfully made, lead to freedom. You don’t have to be swept away by your feeling.”—Henepola Gunaratana It’s been a troubling week. I’ve skipped a lot of meals. I’ve cried … Continue reading “I’d certainly like to.” is not, after all, “yes.”
Am I an empty cup? Or just a cup with no bottom? Nothing seems to fill me up: Pouring in Summer, feeling Autumn.
“Running on empty, there was nothing left in me but doubt I picked up a pen And wrote my way out (I wrote my way out)”—”Wrote My Way Out” I … Continue reading The Last Five Years