Thursday, May 24, 2007
happiness of the heart - at last
Today my heart is filled with joy. I have climbed the mountain of heart break to the plateau of self fullfillment. Here atop the break I find my gnostic godess. Thin air fills my lungs and clears my mind. Rushing wind makes no rustle in the twisted undergrowth of my consciousness. Here new thoughts grow into hope.
Monday, May 21, 2007
Coping
Hello again Friends , Romans, Countrymen, something something,
I'd rather be riding and pushing that pedal. I have not been through in a while but none the less time slips. The days have been good and the work a pain but rewarding. I have seen the seasons flow heat and dust to cold and empty. The brain travels to the places it once was and plays the clips in my theater gord. The dull sheen filters the stream like a haze through which the river of ideas pour. I reach out to catch a glimmer of some vaguery and the smoke ebbs from my touch. Only the heavens guide my mental flight to the opal drabe reward on rachis to the darkened sky. The trail ridden pathless through cool dry air pounds the earth with my heart. But in my ear nothing but rushing roar of life.
Rubbish Most certain
I'd rather be riding and pushing that pedal. I have not been through in a while but none the less time slips. The days have been good and the work a pain but rewarding. I have seen the seasons flow heat and dust to cold and empty. The brain travels to the places it once was and plays the clips in my theater gord. The dull sheen filters the stream like a haze through which the river of ideas pour. I reach out to catch a glimmer of some vaguery and the smoke ebbs from my touch. Only the heavens guide my mental flight to the opal drabe reward on rachis to the darkened sky. The trail ridden pathless through cool dry air pounds the earth with my heart. But in my ear nothing but rushing roar of life.
Rubbish Most certain
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