Sunday, August 30, 2009

#19

My need for time and space directs anger and spite, for she wishes to help and she does. There is no worse regard on my part than for one who purposely takes advantage of another, at their own expense. I find it completely wrong, and invasive. While she remains her own person, her own foundation, for what purpose do I stand but to serve an interest, a wish, with heart and vigor? There is hardly excuse for others actions, but hate them is all I can do. I am waiting for the moment she questions herself, another, and I will have my way with the answer.

Tuesday, August 18, 2009

#18

i wish i could help her, she has shown me something i cannot recognize. she has no one near her, and what can i do?

Tuesday, August 11, 2009

#17

i am watching them,
a circle of men,
listening to their words,
as they whisper thoughts of politics,
the meaning of life,
and the rules of poetry...
i watch, interested,
or more correctly, perhaps,
intrigued,
though to imagine myself in that circle,
impossible.
Streamlined and proficient,
producing modern works of art en masse,
such professors of life,
though who ever knew of a teacher
with no students?
i know of one.
actually, i know a circle of them...22May05

Tuesday, August 4, 2009

#16

the concept of life.
from an ignorant population
a narrow minded individual
without religious associations
or understandings.
an opinion, as it should be
for if everyone agreed
there would be an absence
of achievement.
a token of purpose
exists as the morning,
an opportunity to obtain
to desire, to withhold
for sake of pursuit
of concept. 3aug09