Tuesday, December 28, 2004
Life is like a frayed knot, imperfect on both ends. One must be wary not to unravel it.
Laureate
Posted at 07:32 pm by LaureateSix
L'Chaim
Friday, December 10, 2004
I am off to New York. Will be back on the 22nd.
Watch out Big Apple!
Laureate
Posted at 07:37 am by LaureateSix
L'Chaim
Sunday, November 28, 2004
I dream of Venice. That metaphysical grandeur of romance (not the love part), where napping in austere gondolas glancing over prestine waters is the norm. I stoop to glide my hand across the light spectaculaire, smiling at the Sun's antics. To my port I see the vellum dove oscillate with the sky's horizon. The venerated watergate greets me with its perennial face. I slowly remedy its arthritis and glide onward to the next romance.
Laureate
Posted at 09:15 pm by LaureateSix
L'Chaim
Wednesday, November 24, 2004
I ran from it, I finally broke free from those wretched chains. But it caught up to me. It plunged its knife into my back, only to send me crashing to the ground. As I watch myself dying, I notice my blood trickle down the grand staircase to that pool. I smile back as the coroner draped his only nemisis over me. He forgot about that pool at the bottom. The pool does not remain stagnant.
Laureate
Posted at 11:05 pm by LaureateSix
L'Chaim
Monday, November 22, 2004
Have you ever stood at the bow, mentally alone. Oh feels so serene. It seems that I drew energy from the freedom that stands on the horizon. Physically, I was not alone and I recieved smiles and laughs from my comrades in adventure. I left my routine and schedule at the ill-used door, and I pack anew. As I pronounce my escapades, I wander to that island; that island of distitute civilization. I sat upon her ridge, peering across the sapphire pristine. I was finally resolved. I was at peace. I felt whole. Something that bleeds through asperous reckonings. I shared the prospers of exhaustion with my consorts. The inter-dependence bound us.
All good things must come to an end. I returned to the dismal and mundane society, only something was different. I suffered from the withdrawal from my austere pleasures; depressed and
unwhole again...
Laureate
Posted at 05:47 pm by LaureateSix
L'Chaim
Friday, November 12, 2004
Does the current bird let their chicks fly out of the nest too soon, only to fall to the ground; only to wallow in misery? Or are the chicks steadfast enough to soar upon the drafts? I suppose it depends on how well nourished they are, or how much determination they have. Do they readily take the worm? Or do they flutter away in "stubborn willingness." That chick will be me soon. I am teetering on the edge, almost ready to attempt to fly with my own wings. Seems that alot of youth get caught up in fear and fall.
Laureate
Posted at 05:37 pm by LaureateSix
L'Chaim
Monday, November 08, 2004
With my shredded tethers and cracked skin. My lips have withered away long ago. It seems that sand is my only friend and ally against that cruel sun. I look up and I see it. It, the oasis; the goddess; the waterfall; the orchestra; the very happiness I seek, placed upon a pedestal amongst the guardians of drought. Of course, they guard it with such ferocity, that many skeletal remains provide a feast for the carrion birds. To describe the object of my desire, would be futile and unperceivable, but I can tell you that it radiates with such force, that it makes the sun seem like a spark in the rain. It is so magnificient that it blinds me from its identity.
The pedestal is made out of the finest of material. The material that prevents many from breaking it down. It consists of the transient specters of doubt, those failures that haunt your very foundations.
I guess I will lay down and die here with my dignity. For no one can take that away.
Laureate
Posted at 11:47 pm by LaureateSix
L'Chaim
Sunday, November 07, 2004
I remember that day when I slipped my gaze from time, and it got away. Now, I am constantly dodging the debris it trails behind. Curse this time. I care naught for it. I seem to chase it with calenture intentions. As if I depended on it. Ha, who says I need its gifts? Who says I need its clandestine? It seems I am waltzing with fate, waiting for that one hole. That one hole to fall and escape the grip of time. Granted I fall into the abyss, the abyss of that vacuous blunder, called the intemporal portal.
Laureate
Posted at 07:28 pm by LaureateSix
L'Chaim
Saturday, November 06, 2004
I was doing some yardwork in the backyard today and suddenly I heard the incessant noise of a "gander" of crows. I thought to myself, how odd. I then realized they were harassing a magnificent hawk. A red-tail to be exact. It seemed to majestically soar, completely disregarding the relentless crows.
It seems that I am that hawk...wishing to reach my destination, and rid myself of the crows of routine.
Posted at 11:30 pm by LaureateSix
L'Chaim
Friday, November 05, 2004
Does thou want me to wait until a blue moon? A blue moon to fill my empty hands? It seems that I look to the moon for reconciliation, but all it seems to do is stare at me with its saddened evanescent glow. It seems to reflect upon the fallacy of human dignity. What makes us so invulnerable? I seem to be the outstanding model onto which the moon frowns. I must wipe those meandering tears, that the moon mourns. Someday, I say, someday this world will be hers. Hers to radiate; hers to be proud of; and most of all: hers to cultivate.
Laureate
Posted at 09:11 pm by LaureateSix
L'Chaim
