I can never fully wrap my thoughts around
The depths of our conjugal wind sea
As though you were Zeus, and I Minerva
Floating like air sailors in cloud nine,
A cheery mix of emerald and turquoise delights
Only to stare at myself and the four-eyed wonder
And find that the sky has been stoic black.
My dimunitive utterances have served you well
In play pens, planes, and nurseries of the mundane
Alchemy, history, art and proximity
Smoke, speed, savory babies of capitalism
This is the way of the wave in our times
We, you and I, exist for a lofty demonstration of
Progress in rearing
Patience and pleading
Playing with fire
Without any dinner to serve.
So this, I have yet to ask
If in the sea of this lovely little Minerva
you still would want to bask
Despite the frailty and scars
Which may have turned your fairytale into farce
I have answered your knock to my strange corner house
You have stayed, as a guest, day and night
From this day forward, we build a new empire.
Wednesday, February 20, 2013
Thursday, January 31, 2013
“Frodo: I can't do this, Sam.
Sam: I know. It's all wrong. By rights we shouldn't even be here. But we are. It's like in the great stories, Mr. Frodo. The ones that really mattered. Full of darkness and danger, they were. And sometimes you didn't want to know the end. Because how could the end be happy? How could the world go back to the way it was when so much bad had happened? But in the end, it's only a passing thing, this shadow. Even darkness must pass. A new day will come. And when the sun shines it will shine out the clearer. Those were the stories that stayed with you. That meant something, even if you were too small to understand why. But I think, Mr. Frodo, I do understand. I know now. Folk in those stories had lots of chances of turning back, only they didn't. They kept going. Because they were holding on to something.
Frodo: What are we holding onto, Sam?
Sam: That there's some good in this world, Mr. Frodo... and it's worth fighting for.”
Sam: I know. It's all wrong. By rights we shouldn't even be here. But we are. It's like in the great stories, Mr. Frodo. The ones that really mattered. Full of darkness and danger, they were. And sometimes you didn't want to know the end. Because how could the end be happy? How could the world go back to the way it was when so much bad had happened? But in the end, it's only a passing thing, this shadow. Even darkness must pass. A new day will come. And when the sun shines it will shine out the clearer. Those were the stories that stayed with you. That meant something, even if you were too small to understand why. But I think, Mr. Frodo, I do understand. I know now. Folk in those stories had lots of chances of turning back, only they didn't. They kept going. Because they were holding on to something.
Frodo: What are we holding onto, Sam?
Sam: That there's some good in this world, Mr. Frodo... and it's worth fighting for.”
Monday, January 21, 2013
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