With apologies to Jonathan Coulton. This was a triumph (of experience over optimism) I’m making a note here, (because my memory is awful) “Huge Success!” (came from being realistic) It’s hard to overstate my satisfaction Aperture Science (has given me many hours of enjoyment) (Although…

a book engages more than the mind if you do it right 3,000 scholars and experts will comb it to find all the meaning from the binding to the margins till it bleeds heartache and wisdom and laughs as authors argue over articles and facts…

I climbed the heart of the world Every rocky step, clinging to its worn surface, Above the red desert, the mountains and into the tower, where the soul is, I become real here, a god, watching over the action below. My thoughts raining down, calling…

The Phoenix has a multitude of phases and paths Throughout it’s journey it was will rise and fall like humans The most beautifully chaotic phase is during the death and rebirth cycle. You see after it’s burnt itself into ashes It’s renewed into a much…

The needle on the record player glides across the 45 as my eyes close to focus on the music. My mind continues to race with anxiety as it seeks inspiration from the calm tones of Cat Stevens. While Moonshadow plays I can’t focus. It is…

In Los Angeles I almost steered into a tree my overloaded car, overloaded with me. I’d never felt so unlike myself, a self willing to kill myself. the day I left my mind I left my future behind toward anything I’m capable of desert, drought…

There was a boy A very strange Imaginative boy Who carried worlds Inside his mind Of places that he Traveled and of Places he did not He crafted stories Of people in his path And oh how often Did he make us laugh The way…

If you want to be rich Don’t gamble If that is your wish Don’t grumble   You may win a hand Once in a while It is not a rule But you may try   The other day The other man won a lottery His…

The autumnal colours spattered through the copse Leaves releasing musky essence of each vein’s blood Overhead stayed upon the branches no wind to pare them Were locked in Elven arrangements As might reindeer be to snowy travel Beautiful season it worked its way deep into…

Last sentence from: “Very good, Jeeves!” P.G. Wodehouse. A free flow Saturday in strange times Brown stains left by coffee cups On the white window sill Dialogs with oneself Dialogs with the world Dialogs with the people Ruling one’s head I ponder thoughts and philosophies…