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::imaginative introspection::

Imagine that all life is an illusion. All that exists is this moment. No past, no future, each memory, every plan, a part of the illusion. Life, in a photograph.

Do you like the image of yourself?

Sunday, May 31, 2009

Entropy

there is a place that's lost in time
existing in the space between seconds
where silence echos in the mind
and moments, memories swell and rise
like ocean's constant churning.
and there is where the soul resides
where each emotion,
lost to time, collides
with passing of two minds
as that place between the seconds 
perpetuates this chaos.   

Wednesday, May 13, 2009

Remember.



1 Corinthians 13

Love
 1If I speak in the tongues of men and of angels, but have not love, I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal. 2If I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have a faith that can move mountains, but have not love, I am nothing. 3If I give all I possess to the poor and surrender my body to the flames, but have not love, I gain nothing.

 4Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. 5It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. 6Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. 7It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.

 8Love never fails. But where there are prophecies, they will cease; where there are tongues, they will be stilled; where there is knowledge, it will pass away. 9For we know in part and we prophesy in part, 10but when perfection comes, the imperfect disappears. 11When I was a child, I talked like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child. When I became a man, I put childish ways behind me. 12Now we see but a poor reflection as in a mirror; then we shall see face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I am fully known.

 13And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love.


Thursday, May 7, 2009

Loose Screws (the sad story of a nameless man)

standin on the highway

looking for his mind

this old man looks up just in time

to see them three sweet young things

drivin down the line

street on his face

step towards their car

point gnarled hands

to pulls his trigger

yellin as he busts that cap

standin on the highway

looking for his mind

this old man looks up just in time

to see them three sweet young things

drivin by