

paintchipsI sit and ponder softly, and as thoughts wander, merely passersby of imagination I realize thatpaintchips
Someone’s scraping paint away… (He’s good at that, you know) and, as He peels back the layers -those tears of joy that hysteria lacking in sanity- I see I am far more fragile than I thought—those self-same colours painted over and over to
give appearance of calm and strength are merely but single layers and when scraped away ever so gently by His hand,
become nothing.
Of course, He’s not the only one scraping. Others,


i wish i knewi wish i knew- i wish i knew a lot of things.i wish i knew
like why the trees sing when the wind blows (can you hear them?) and why there aren't doors in back of *my* closet. and why... why some things can be pondered aloud and sure- and others only in a whisper... or not at all.


Missing YouI never thought I’d say this-Missing You
but…
I’m missing you.
You- one not yet truly part of this existence of mine. One not quite past the bounds of acquaintanceships, though I deem you friend.
Is this some imaginary fabrication of a soul lacking in the knowledge that will bring it
part-completeness (for one is never fully complete without Him) or is it just lack of self and self c


at crosspurposes with calculusthere are those times when I’m connected to the math and it means universes (multiverses, even) spinning proton shells the fractal of social interaction —life. and there are others when one and one and one and seven and cosecant or arcsine of e pi of a logarithm, natural or manmade means… well maybe if I took the integral of yesterday  at crosspurposes with calculus


but then again fractured Soul of Emptiness —what’s not there can’t be broken and I cannot remember— (not for the life of me , what life remains although …although) its sole Sincerity entrusts me to its last. the Rest none can forget, could any remember undercurrent undermining understated, but not understood: not neverbut then again
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I'm going to go sit over here and be jealous now.
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what's your real japanese name?
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Shittle on the lort side
Can't speak those hookers up
My sink were teething
Traying plicks
Barn of yall
Whiz wuch
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"For everything there is a season." ~ Ecc. 3:1
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Be Thou my Wisdom, and Thou my true Word;
I ever with Thee and Thou with me, Lord;
Thou my great Father, I Thy true son;
Thou in me dwelling, and I with Thee one.
In order to be great, you must overcome yourself.
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Be Thou my Wisdom, and Thou my true Word;
I ever with Thee and Thou with me, Lord;
Thou my great Father, I Thy true son;
Thou in me dwelling, and I with Thee one.
In order to be great, you must overcome yourself.
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