destiny

if you do not make friends with the unknowns, you are destined to live in fear and delusions...

random conversation

A: ...please where can i buy a unicorn?

B: do you mean one ear of corn?...

if this is a re-run, nevermind.

tweet logic

when the tweet you tweeted yesterday does not show up until tomorrow, why bother tweeting today?

human choices

we all choose our own poisons and shackles

(except for the few wise enough to rise out of the human trap... and that could just be another delusion too)...

meaning is overrated

right from the start (or near enough), this was a test... those who pay attention (or do a quick review) still have an opportunity for a passing grade...

expectations

i am not going to be the person i am expected to be anymore

come to think of it...

...i don't think i ever was

long time

there was a time when i had the time to spend all my time giving myself the time to make the most of my time for the creative stuff that i love so much like playing with the words that rhyme like this and that is a time i remember from time to time as a time i dearly miss but i don’t have time to remember that time much… kind of like being constipated from lack of bowel relaxation time, if you can get your mind wrapped around that, if you have the time…

just a little bit ridiculous

to think there are at least a hundred bits of babbling thoughts dribbling through my head at any given second and i only take the moment to let any out every few weeks or so, or longer, even...

maybe i ought to mobile tweet...

blew a good one

three days forward, three days back, birthing memories that i lost track of the love that i still lack, sad, happy, not on the beaten track, like ghosts, the two who loved me most, almost, maybe, were born within six days and a year apart, like art, and all that's left, bereft, is the broken heart...

i may have been a genius but, i was not very smart...

you just had to

start again, many times, maybe you'll remember rhymes, and the love, long ago, don't tell me you didn't know that it would always be, you had to know... cuz you knew me... sheesh :)

momentary

i have no idea where i've been, except that i think i was here a minute ago... or was i here... narf...

where it all began

the messages to the people of the past (ghosts, perhaps, but living somewhere out of my particular known universe, so ghosts to me), the heart songs no one cares to hear anymore (like cherish is the word, sunshine of my life, or if it takes forever..., for example), the true love that never ends (you know, don't they know it's the end of the world and other rhetorical questions), but has nowhere to go when the inspiration (dream lover?), the person inspiring the heart songs (all i ever needed, was the one), no longer listens and worse, cuts off all contact, moves, and leaves no forwarding address (return to sender) as if i am some sort of pariah or evil beast that must be avoided at all costs (though i have no idea what the little drummer boy has to do with it, rum pa pa pum)... yes, the love never dies (see?... ghost), it only dissolves into emo lost in the manic madness of babble (except here, where the words that capture the agony of defeat and rejection and spiritual death is expressed in exquisite clarity in babbling brevity)... so where do i begin to tell the story of how great a love can be?... well certainly not in babbling brevity, sheeesh...

narf :)