Friday, February 11, 2011

Winter weather wops and wobbles

You think perhaps there is life after death or life before birth or life, at all
Maybe in fact there is nothing else, than what there seemingly is

The evidence is at hand but where is the proof?

State of doubt leads to weariness
Weariness leads to boredom
Boredom leads to abandon
Abandon leads to plenitude

Wear your mask proudly
You cannot remove it in this world anyway
The rule is part of the expression
All at once

Where are you now?
Hiding in a cupboard holding the absolute obviousness of all this in your eyes
There has never been
Any interruption in all that is now

I am me intentionnally
When I am
But not always, it seems
The construct is quite flexible
These words are quite adequate

Boredom and pain fit the bill
Of the things I have wished and longed to know
And at some point maybe I succeeded...

A chid at play
It might make sense to say that I am god speaking through the limited within the unlimited
Searching for gold in a mountain of perfect diamonds
But again...

Until it leaves us
Alone eaten by wolves

Where's yo mama now beotch

the crew may show itself and point to the end of time. But white skin cannot bear the pouring rain

and ending to all this