The Distilling Chamber
Greetings
Life is grande,
Love is limitless,
All are deserving.
Tuesday, November 16, 2010
Monday, November 15, 2010
Musings I
We must all help each other along our individual paths, they are only single lanes on the same super highway of life.
Remember the good and bad in everything and reflect on the good, it enhances our present.
Remember the good and bad in everything and reflect on the good, it enhances our present.
Friday, November 12, 2010
Bodytalk
Aint nobody
Like my body,
She's the somebody
That warms my body,
Anybody can try
To separate our bodies,
But we revert
To the singular.
Like my body,
She's the somebody
That warms my body,
Anybody can try
To separate our bodies,
But we revert
To the singular.
Thursday, November 11, 2010
De-Construction
Whuhpiche: IDEA
Piche-piche-piche: Expand I-D-E-A
Whuhpoui: Toss I-D-E-A…
Into the realm of human consciousness
Stand back and watch it take hold of imagination.
Piche-piche-piche: Expand I-D-E-A
Whuhpoui: Toss I-D-E-A…
Into the realm of human consciousness
Stand back and watch it take hold of imagination.
Tuesday, November 9, 2010
Random Metaphysical Argument
This is a blank page.
Do you know why this is a blank page?
It has nothing written on it,
You see – it is a blank page.
I could argue the virtues of its virgin state,
Recite a thousand odes
To the singular beauty
Of its matrix of interwoven fibres.
But hey…
This is not Metaphysics.
Do you know why this is a blank page?
It has nothing written on it,
You see – it is a blank page.
I could argue the virtues of its virgin state,
Recite a thousand odes
To the singular beauty
Of its matrix of interwoven fibres.
But hey…
This is not Metaphysics.
Re-collected
Recall the old square?
Where we sat for long hours pontificating on the argument of…
…nature versus nurture
Those were the days my friend.
A quasi-epoch that seemed would have no end.
Oh, how those times have flitted away like the moth at predawn.
I long again to challenge your superior intellect,
On topics far-reaching and varied.
We lived in those days with a feeling unfettered by better judgement;
We supped without regard for lifestyle consequences;
We were hungry for knowledge and the world.
My brother, my comrade, my…
Language fails me now in my greatest need of its most honest foot-soldiers;
You their Rear-Admiral of distinction has departed the pages of the upright,
To lie in the warm folds of history’s papyrus.
Go with grace my friend,
We speak not of your time here in pompous terms.
Where we sat for long hours pontificating on the argument of…
…nature versus nurture
Those were the days my friend.
A quasi-epoch that seemed would have no end.
Oh, how those times have flitted away like the moth at predawn.
I long again to challenge your superior intellect,
On topics far-reaching and varied.
We lived in those days with a feeling unfettered by better judgement;
We supped without regard for lifestyle consequences;
We were hungry for knowledge and the world.
My brother, my comrade, my…
Language fails me now in my greatest need of its most honest foot-soldiers;
You their Rear-Admiral of distinction has departed the pages of the upright,
To lie in the warm folds of history’s papyrus.
Go with grace my friend,
We speak not of your time here in pompous terms.
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