visit from a friend

brief reprieve from the grinding friction of this upstream path. A friend. An old dear friend. A friend who lifts me up and knows me. Empathy and punishment from knowledge. He is the biggest man i know. He towers above me. No other does, and so he is my brother in spirit.
There is an ongoing mutual exchange of information at many levels. Deep thoughts not spoken are easily guessed as are quiet discomforts.
We are both prickly men at times, inspired at others and in general difficult.

 Like two lions we stalk the world,
coming together to snarl over choice meat,
to tell stories of the hunt.

When i feel alone and far away i will call across the grass plains
where is my kind?
He will roar back to me across the still night.
I am not alone.

omnipotent paradox

thoughts in the morning..."The omnipotence paradox is a family of semantic paradoxes which address two issues: Is an omnipotent entity logically possible? and What do we mean by 'omnipotence'?. The paradox states that: if a being can perform any action, then it should be able to create a task which this being is unable to perform; hence, this being cannot perform all actions. Yet, on the other hand, if this being cannot create a task that it is unable to perform, then there exists something it cannot do."

 

a train in europe

it feels very nice to be sitting in a train not caring about the destination . Just me and a backpack cruising through the fields of a foreign land. The sun is setting, of course.
Often i'm uncomfortable with thoughts of careers and fiscal aspirations but from now i shall tell people i am a train rider. How many occupations could boast of passing life by rather than vice versa!
If this train were to rattle onwards through towns and time i would be quite content.
This moment may well be the pinnacle of all my worldly aspirations. Basking in the glorious continuity of train travel. That is no loss. The hands of fate hold me still. All actions are predetermined they say and yet it is hard to imagine it so. Perhaps to imagine fate is to imagine chaos. Is it possible to imagine chaos without linear sanity crumpling? Change seems a fundamental necessity. In fact if change ceased that would be the greatest change of all, do you think?
Whether this train arrives in Hamburg or Paris tonight is of no real concern. The only concern could be that it has a destination and will at some point arrive there in it's comforting linear manner as we all do in the end.

the curse

theres a boulder on my shoulder
for the curse has passed my lips.
Theres a chain around my ankle
now that i've spoken of my bliss.
Hanged for a fool
i said i loved her
stone me in my shackles now.
I've given leave to let her cool.
When she was kept precarious
she never was this cruel.

The night held charms from which he drew
from the night he drew
from his lips he blew
upon the exceptional possesion
he smashed the beauties cradle
and held it in his arms
and so took flight
within the night
beauty in his arms
Frowned and yawned the father
the mother cried and moaned
deaf ears were the reception
the crib was empty still and warm

times is your thief....
(under construction)

paradigm

I've spoken quietly to you
in ways you never hear

subtle silence
masks
subtle violence
designed

I've spoken quietly to you
in ways that draw you near.

take my ears

Parables play about me and
mouths induce the fear
whispers; death
death
bloody death.

Catch the fear
it all ends here
you've no career
no lover near
your fate is clear
whispers; death
bloody death.

today

more or less the gooey mess
spills over into day.
Barking orders to the lonely limbs
who jerk to swim
obeying whims
avoiding sins
in the messy glooey clay
of day to day
... (under construction)

a week day

Crazy annabelle goes walking down my street.

She has her hair pinned up.

Whole worlds collide behind her eyes.

she looks so tall.

she whispered

He winced as he rose from the throne of fools.
Long had he sat upon that throne,
the king of fools.

His heavy shoulders were mountains carved in oak
scarred so completely as to read like an ancient text.
His whole body a legend of war and strife.

The woman saw this and felt for the old fool.

He stood before her now, before them all.
The great king sighed then spoke.
"long have i ruled you my fools and far we have come.
Now though i fear the age of fools is near past
and all must seek a new path.
I am a monarch out of context.
Histories course lays dammed at the base of my stronghold.
it is for me to move aside."

The great king fell silent
a painful grimace lit the lines of his face
faithful retainers ran to support him
but the king waved them away roaring,
"this king leans on no man!".

She thought not, but moved to him.
"lean on me" she whispered
"for i am no man and you are no fool".