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
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
James was sweating. He shivered and scratched all over as he keened in the taxi. This was not an extravagance he was used to and certainly not one that he would be getting used to any time soon. There was no point in luxuries if you had no means to enjoy them and he wanted … Continue reading Flag Moby – Part 3
The air was cold and dry. Eliot increased his pace. January was a weird time of year, something always seemed to end. He was in pain now and beginning to regret having left no money for a taxi. He reminded himself that he didn’t need it, at least not by comparison and so he walked. … Continue reading Flag Moby – Part 2
Your shadow becomes very small and holds no particular shape at around noon and Simon was thinking about this as he threw rocks into the sea. Then again, he thought. Your shadow holds no particular shape anyway. There was a green bottle floating next to a rock which he intended smash. He turned to his … Continue reading Living the Dream – Part 1
Solitude is a beautiful thing. Time to oneself for reflection and space is, in my opinion, a pleasure too readily overlooked by many. It is not inextricably linked to loneliness because we can be in the greatest of company alone and yet at times find ourselves loneliest in the company of others. The world is … Continue reading Speculation on Solitude and Love