Time whizzes by and I, I write of glimpses I steal

Friday, May 30, 2008

Death is the road to awe...bah!

I am a new man today. I died yesterday. Or is it more appropriate to say that I was killed. The knife went right through me. She was gentle. I felt no pain. I am a new man today. Death as an act of creation. I dodder towards tomorrow. I am fine but for the dead man on my shoulder. Rigor mortis has set and his vice like grip on my neck is getting oppressive. I am fine. Really.

Saturday, May 24, 2008

New look

I am Alone under the Starry Night, old and decrepit. Must learn to play the guitar. Then I can be an Old man playing the guitar, alone under the starry night.

Monday, May 19, 2008

Philosophy of End

All good things come to an end
All bad things come to an end
All things come to an end.

Tuesday, May 13, 2008

Statutory Warning

Nobody is allowed to pity me but myself

Monday, May 05, 2008

Void Love

There are unspeakably many voids that I have not meditated upon. What does this mean? What would we do? How does it change everything? Are we ready? Will we ever be? The emptiness is of no consequence. Several things have not been thought about, several things are not known. For what can knowledge achieve but label, define, theorize and describe. Immersed in this regression, apparently not that uncommon among Homo sapiens, I unbuild everything that I painstakingly built. I imagine and I fear. I imagine and I fear. Can all my life amount to nothing? Had it come from nothing? Many nothings that can stand atop the head of a pin. I wonder. I wonder because I see nothing but the here and the now. No past nor future exists. Just me, you and that which I feel. This pain where my heart once was.

It did not seem wrong or even insidious. But how would I know. It was never thought of. It just is.

Love.

p.s. Many words in this aren't mine. I found them here and there and strung them together. But the emotion is mine. Only the emotion is.