The fool was a fool and the fool kept on fooling His eyes became red, nose blocked and mouth drooling The fool came to see, what the fool came to be Should he persist in his very own fueling Of fire and void - the fool was annoyed And so foolishly vowed to stop fooling. … Continue reading A Fool Who Persists In His Folly Becomes Wise.
There was once a king. He ruled over a planet. Only once, had he ever seen another. The king sat upon his throne, ruling eternity. It seemed to him that all the cosmos were his faithful Subjects. He never spoke, except for the day that strange Subject of his visited. He watched as day turned … Continue reading The King
I remember being excited by things that happened around me. I recall brief moments of clear and humble interest in any given, apparently mundane moment. I become nostalgic about the way that life felt. I sometimes wish that now was more like then, but then again, it was only what it was, eternal; and never … Continue reading Poem 3
Every now and again the fog clears The silence hears itself Clarity revealed to be eternal health There disappears the self Brilliance permeates the musk Robust and empty All perception has been figmantery Moments hold no meaning and no name No roles no shame and no game It’s all the same Here … Continue reading Poem 2
Could there possibly be a little comfort in rage? You know - in the ineffable way you can’t explain on a page of black and white print. Not a hint of true meaning is conveyed by the signs, in themselves misconceptions they are far from perfection where emotion remains - one and the same. I’m … Continue reading Poem One
I dream of the day, that I wake up from this daze There’s a purpose I know it, I just can’t help but feel lazy Pained by opportunities and attracted by a light That only ever turns out to be, a candle in the night It’s the backdrop of nothing that really scares us the … Continue reading The Existentialist (?) Goat
I’ve just had a very interesting conversation with Howell. He believes that we’re not all able to achieve happiness to the same degree because “we’re not all mentally wired for it”. He told me that our understandings are so warped by society’s collective expectations that we, as individuals, lose sight of what is important to … Continue reading The Homeless on Happiness – Pt 4 – Howell
I write for no reason, a reason to write Though writing is reason, not reason is right Is writing to reason so brilliantly bright If it’s ordered to please them? A brightness of slight… Lyrically twisting a meaning of mine Is meaning resisting a twisting in time To find a new line in this instance … Continue reading No Reason