Tag Archives: living

Burn That Bridge

Posted on December 29, 2006 by John

Dwelling on the future never seemed to make much sense: splitting our infinitives just wastes the present tense. Why worry on what might be and dwell on hopes and dreams, when what counts of past and future is what comes … Continue reading →

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The First Day

Posted on November 30, 2006 by John

If this is the first day of what life remains, who cares if there’s sunshine or thunder and rain? Both have their own virtues, each pleasure and pain; though different, a good deal the same. If this is the first … Continue reading →

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Inappropriate Happiness

Posted on November 5, 2006 by John

Maybe sanity’s a side-effect of living; some folks get it, while some others never do. It’s just a minor irritation that can do no lasting harm; you can shake it like a slight touch of the flu. Besides, in a … Continue reading →

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Time the Devourer

Posted on September 5, 2006 by John

Tradition, will your ancient prison walls, behind which all are born and most will die, hold firm against time’s fervent battle cry that need not force its soldiers in your halls but deep down in your dungeons simply waits while … Continue reading →

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Abandon This Garbage: alcaics

Posted on August 11, 2006 by John

Oh wisdom seeking mendicant travelers, your baggage and burdens are troubling handicaps; they will not help you on your journey. Abandon this garbage by the roadside. If you would find some unforeseen adventure, let drop your jaded world-weary illusions; you … Continue reading →

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If all my days were whiled

Posted on May 12, 2006 by John

If all my days were whiled in hours of leisure, their content by mere whim alone fulfilled, perhaps I would not sense so keen a pleasure as I do when a moment seems to still into a whisper the world’s … Continue reading →

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Test

Posted on May 10, 2006 by John

This is a test. I thought it best to speak privately. While the rest of humankind seethes at the breast of Chaos, suckling hot blood from its chest, let our shared words somehow attest to what is possible! Let zest … Continue reading →

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