Category: Poetry

  • The burial of an age

    Every right comes with an attendant responsibility. People who don’t understand it never grow up. Nations that don’t incorporate it into their cultures decay and deteriorate.

  • Mirror of history

    Fame and glory –
    a house of cards, built on our dreams;
    as the dreams metamorphose with new generations,
    the foundation is lost,
    the eternal glory that seemed immutable becomes muted,
    as it slowly fades into a dusty reflection,
    into self-indulgent nostalgia for a gilded illusion,
    slightly embarrassing but precious, as an old teddy bear…
    Rest in peace and good riddance.

  • Rhythm

    Rhythm of the dance: repeating patterns –
    ribbon and smoke, body and soul;
    elegant lullaby where the variation
    only highlights the illusion of understanding.
    Epiphany. Theory. Faith.

  • Beauty

    There is nothing more beautiful than a human mind, for a thing of beauty is a thing perceived by a mind, otherwise it is just a thing.

  • Infinite regression

    Each of us, however small, has the potential to reflect the infinity of the universe.

  • Fractal universe

    We live in an endless universe consisting of space and time… and we are always short of both.

  • Snow storm

    A globe of white chaos rolls and swirls
    amidst white nothing.
    Horizon shrunk to naught
    and random motion –
    disorienting mess.
    Cold saps both energy and thought.
    The storm has come
    to take away the world
    and gift you peace.

  • Spider web…

    Do you see dead flies or dew drops?
    Is it about death or life?
    Is it ugly or beautiful?
    Is it about you?

  • Bubbles

    Me and my world
    reflected in dozens of eyes,
    briefly re-forming the face of the waters…

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