Incessantly swinging the pendulum plays with us.
Left to right to left again. Repeating. Defeating.
Who winds that drum and separates these weights
Bound by his escapement our gear trains turning?
Chains to hold us parallel. Close but never to touch.
Suspended to dangle and hang. Passing again one up one down.
One rising one falling, calling, but never to never to land.
And then such force from unseen hand rips us away again.
The opposite of a fact is a falsehood; but the opposite of a profound truth may well be another profound truth. - Niels Bohr
. . . diary of an imperfect soul
Come for the laughs, stay for the lunacy
. . . diary of an imperfect soul
LONG SOUL-SEARCHING CONVERSATIONS WITH MYSELF
Tales from the mouth of a wolf
Irish guy living in Los Angeles
Berlin Stories, Poetry, etc. by M.P. Powers
Physician - Writer - Planter of Dreams
drink and smoke and fuck
trying to save the day in my own unique way
by Lize Bard
Body ~ Mind ~ Spirit
In 2002, Retinitis Pigmentosa changed my life. This is my story of a slow approach to darkness.
Exploring the world one essay at a time
Heartspeak
Welcome to a Light Circle
Just me, talking about stuff.
Unfiltered And Undaunted
Clock-ing
After 12 seconds, the clock slaps me
” Earthling, what’re you doin’?”
Me: “Oh, I’m killing you, immortal. And you?”
Clock: “Just, revolving 360 degrees since B.C.
Now what if, I kill you?”
(Took off the battery . . .)
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“There’s something comforting
About a clock with stopped hands.”
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Interesting.
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I feel a brutality in this one Wulf, but it may just be where my mind is this morning. This one hit me hard.
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Brutality? Hmm…That could be a good word. It is definitely not an uplifting piece, so it’s not just you.
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