“A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.” -Percy Bysshe Shelley
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Saturday, November 25, 2017
likeness
The colors blended
one moment, one thing divides
a-similitude
Painting by Albert Bierstadt, Yosemite, Twin peaks, c.1859 in [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.
Wednesday, July 5, 2017
Versus Verses
None of us is part of the amalgam.
Equal is not the same
as same as, but in lieu of
just as good.
With nothing to lose,
save the uniform of reason,
we could all bare the truth
as bad as we may see
this in them.
Painting by Jean François de Troy, (1735) in [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.
Painting by Jean François de Troy, (1735) in [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.
Monday, April 17, 2017
balancing books
The Undo is the indecide, I choose
never to go there.
never to go there.
I make, instead,
no excuses.
Shortcuts were his favorite for efficiency
and displaying his mastery.
I liked the long drawn hand kind
subject to blur and bruise.
(only delete
favorite button, hot or not
spaceback neverwas
spaceback neverwas
I may erase even you
neverwhere) -white out-
neverwhere) -white out-
This is the Upside.
Black blends in.
Black blends in.
The downside-
no middle ground
or bridge
connecting view between the two
of i to I.
Look (t)here,
describe what you (would like to) see
outside of inside, it comes
mismatched but attached-
I pick up the left-overs
this phenomenon called an ex-
ample of symbiosis.
We refill empty with each other
to persist we insist
on forget.
As the zero is to one,
nothing (t)here without
lovein redshift.
Painting by Jacob Jordaens [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.
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