Lead me to my device’s, No, wait Don’t lead me to anything Especially the devices, It’s better that you leave me; Leave me to my vices, yes that’s better Leave me to my vices, and I’ll forget the worthless devices But that can’t be, Right? Not when the devices are our lifeline, Or so we … Continue reading Keep The Devices And Leave Me My Vices
The fog lifts on another fine day to be alive It is Monday, and Mondays are days of purpose We must shrug off the weight of the things we enjoy, The weight of doing what we love can only interfere with our programmed purpose Which is to work To work and make money Money which … Continue reading Fog Lifting On A Monday
Dark Sickly dark Sickly dark like my mood.
The valiant don't leave forget me nots, because never forgotten will be their deed's They know this without knowing, the concern for remembrance never penetrating their psyche Their living desires leaving lasting scars on this peace of dirt, and on the memories of generations Truth to self above all is what makes them special, it … Continue reading Quiet Kings
The best days are filled with the odd and delicate warmth that accompanies falling snow, the kind of warmth that doesn’t overwhelm, but simply and seductively satisfies. We are contented by it, and consumed by it. This is not to say that the spring days filled with new life and damp dirt don’t hold a favorable … Continue reading Winter Days
The devil dog overwhelms his prey.
Today has easily the strangest weather that I can recall in recent memory. Less than a week ago we were waking up to single digits, today was over 50, at five in the morning. The combination of heat and ice on the river created an amazing misty river scene up and the Susquehanna between Harrisburg … Continue reading What A Day