Damn Faint Praise for that Matter

Scrambling in minor madness we act and react endlessly. Time allows us to stir our memory and unfold seamlessly, or so it seems. What stark reality lurks hidden from our hearts, either by accident or choice? Wisdom a small comfort in such imaginings, and truth be known, there is as much there as you wish to have.

I turn my eyes toward the light always
But I'm not afraid of the dark
I've learned in spite of my mistakes
To make a flame from a spark

I live with hope in my heart always
But I'm not afraid to be sad
There are good and bad days
But what a time is had

I remember that I am always
Looking for something more
That will alarm or amaze me
Isn't that what life is for?

"Were I so tall to reach the pole,
Or grasp the ocean with my span,
I must be measured by my soul:
The mind ’s the standard of the man"
- Isaac Watts

A kiss is a collision of vulnerabilities

Beyond all understanding remains the realm of human emotional necessity. Although exhilarating in its own inimitable fashion, this condition tends to address the symptoms of dealing with the everyday madness of life , rather than the disease itself ( which strangely enough, would be madness). Our longing for more whatnot/whatever ASAP might seem at first rather infantile, but upon deeper scrutiny, we see that an individual's emotional flux pattern is intrinsic to the valuation process that has complex links to our very survival mechanism. Which clearly indicates why party people... like to party!

Captured Spew As A Bio-Efficient Fuel

Seemingly natural, these activities may be hazardous to spiritual growth, if that is indeed an end rather than a process. All too often substance is misdiagnosed as some kind of aberrant phenomenon, whilst the true flukes run about wildly as though their antics were normal! But perhaps it is for the best, as one of the nicer aspects of nirvana is that it is not very crowded.

What wonder awaits
After slumber takes
My soul across space and time

The dreams I make
Are there to forsake
Or hold close and call mine

In this nameless place
There is no waste
All is perfectly fine

Our lives are a taste
Of a power so great
But it's all in the mind


"Now, now, you stars, that move in your right spheres,
Where be your powers? Show now your mended faiths,
And instantly return with me again"
-Shakespeare, King John

Marketing God

Reality continues to flex and churn through time automatically, or so it seems to this casual observer. The nature of validity also spins and toils deep in the recesses of our conscious-mess
we call sentiency. This aspect of our awareness, this sense of value to our being and/or actions would seem to be at the crux of what becomes our experience. Certainly the decisions we make, no matter how small, are intentional and the circumstances they engage are determined in large part, if not wholly, by our desire to act in a manner reflecting the value we apply to a given activity. Therefore, whatever happiness can be achieved in the course of human events is usually the product of someone pulling themselves through time toward the desired moment when what one desires is the case. Our thoughts and actions feed into threads of energy that weave the future from the billions of desires that are created every moment by us. Fulfillment would seem rather fleeting in this scenario, but strangely enough, true fulfillment comes not by acquisition, but dispensation.


Wove among more thoughtful dreams
Are the hidden seams of wisdom
Hard-fought things that can't be seen
Without the vision that such gives them

Welcome To My Wild Hair

Suddenly the same and ever more so thereafter, what I seek unknown is unfathomable at best. Yet, strive I, whether hope or madness drives my dreams. The tattered banners of youthful folly display their faded glory still, even as the sun sets before my eyes. Each day I rise to find my life has been conveniently prepared for my particular brand of commitment. Vary routines as I will, there is still an underlying sense of predeterminism. The processes involved in experiencing my future memories in a mentally digestible fashion requires limiting one's sphere of involvement insofaroutas possible under the circumstances. The development of this ability allows one to focus an experience in a manner that makes up for with intensity what it may lack in breadth. This may not alleviate entropy, but it sure can drag out the whole shebang.