Sonnet sixty five by the bard...

Shakespeare's Sonnet 65

Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea,
But sad mortality o'er-sways their power,
How with this rage shall beauty hold a plea,
Whose action is no stronger than a flower?
O, how shall summer's honey breath hold out
Against the wreckful siege of battering days,
When rocks impregnable are not so stout,
Nor gates of steel so strong, but Time decays?
O fearful meditation! where, alack,
Shall Time's best jewel from Time's chest lie hid?
Or what strong hand can hold his swift foot back?
Or who his spoil of beauty can forbid?
   O, none, unless this miracle have might,
   That in black ink my love may still shine bright.

From this lovely website.

free form poem of lucid nature

there are always those times where you do not want to see a name or place because of the names and places you've been and you can't help but wander back to prerequisite accusational brooding not justified by any pent up emotion or lack of emotional release but rather of the seclusion of self felt and the distance experienced from what you always wanted to be

but let us not think of these things on a cold autumn eve where the colours of the sky paint the fascination in your eyes and look towards bigger better things away from the past the stone in the shoe we learn to walk with and forget until we move

My updates seem to be very much sporadic on this blog now- and unfortunately it appears to be the way my 'creative flow' has been operating. Sporadic and slightly non existent.. However, if you do want to get in the creative zone, check out The Flaming Lips' Yoshimi Battles the Pink Robot, it is one hell of a ride...

Crowning Glory

I've got the queen bed i've always wanted
because, well, you know, that's what everyone wanted
when they were a twenty-something
looking to live life like a twenty-something does
(the room for my legs is amazing and i no longer
bruise them banging them into the side of the wall )
but there wasn't a disclaimer,
the salesperson didn't warn me of the possible consequences of purchasing such a mattress,
of the perils of upgrading from king single to a queen
the sinking feeling of too much room
on this bed for one person alone and that there
should be another wishing for a bigger bed beside me,
maybe a king size one so that I'd stop kicking him at
two a.m. when I'm dreaming about being able to play soccer and winning the match with two seconds to go
but in reality my uncoordination means he has to dodge
my fifa-world-cup-wannabe-legs to avoid being bruised
and restrain my arms as i try to do a victory lap like an aeroplane...
so yes, the bed is nice.
but it makes the glass feel half empty and reaffirms
the belief that singles should sleep in singles to avoid
negative reinforcement of their single state
but, the room for my legs is amazing
and now i am living the twenty something dream
with twenty something pillows
fit for royalty.