Sometimes random thoughts will trickle across my mind like raindrops roll down hazed over and dull classroom windows where bored schoolchildren watch and wish for excitement to enter and save them as Superman saved Lois Lane.
But that wasn't my point.
When does genius become genius? When I say genius, I mean mere mundane words become accolades of brilliance such as when Milton wrote 'Tis better to reign in Hell than serve in Heaven?'? How long was it before someone said "HOLY COW" this is brilliant?
Sometimes I feel like that. I'm not so arrogant as to say my work is on the same level as Milton's; I'm merely wishing for someone to say 'Hey, this guy's work is worth reading'. That's all.
In addition to the above... I had the strangest realization and it may be the inner rumblings of a new poem.....
When you're in the shower you can tell the difference between sweat and hot water?
Just a thought.
-it is what it is-
-joshua-
there's nothing like a handful of words to depict the madness of daily life. it seems so simple sometimes yet the maddening truth is that there is nothing simple about it. you never know when life will creep up on you and bite. i only hope to guide someone thru the chaos.
sheltons
-four boys-
word reign
welcome to my blog..... it means nothing and is nothing...
it is what it is..... hope everyone enjoys these late nite musing and ravings. Word Reign (Rain) let the words just fall down like rain.
some sort of paradox i think... at least that's what i was going for. welcome to my world.
it is what it is
-i think they like me-
take this with you
The streets are exteneded gutters and the guttrs are full of blood and when the drains finally scab o ver, all the vermin will drown. the accumulated filth of all their sex and muder will foam up about their waists and all the whores and politicians will look up and shout "save us!"... and I'll look down and whisper--"no".
-Rorschach
go then--there are other worlds than these.
-jake
never explain, never apologize.
-HST
passions penned, blood and ink spill
forgotten is the prophet... writing still
-jps
-Rorschach
go then--there are other worlds than these.
-jake
never explain, never apologize.
-HST
passions penned, blood and ink spill
forgotten is the prophet... writing still
-jps
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