Monday, November 18, 2013
So, how to reconcile two sides of one being? Both of whom feel, think, and have a world of experience to contribute to the character and wisdom of the bearer.
I welcome your own stories of experience.
Sunday, January 3, 2010
Jim walks around with a difficult face. It is a hard face, one might say, for it is not soft. It is hard, and difficult; similar words, but different meanings in regard to Jim’s countenance. His face is difficult because it is hard all of the time; upon waking in the morning, when making love, or when watching something beautiful, and he is a perceiver of beautiful things because he is a real poet.
Thursday, November 19, 2009
See my youth, unkempt and uncouth,
everywhere, like truth, or is it reflection?
That would mean a mirror be poised,
to catch my image as a boy, then
turn it ‘round in my mind’s eye
to frame a fearful symmetry.
I wrote a letter to the Devil last night
for I knew he was coming some day
and I thought, instead of shaking his hand,
I’d hand him my missive, written in cursive,
and send him on his way.
I sat for hours with pen in hand,
in the dim limelight of a single lamp
wondering exactly what I wanted to say.
I sit in an Idiot’s trap,
repeating senseless things,
thinking far too much,
beyond the point, if it exists,
of where an answer sits,
invisible to my brand of blind;
the kind recalls with clarity,
but when it must, it cannot see.