There once was a flightless bird
who wished so much he could fly
he tried many times
he climbed trees and things
to see things far and leap off
he crashed lots and bounced
on rocks and stumps
and even in ponds
but he never complained
about his hurts
because he knew there were others
that couldn’t even climb
and more others
that couldn’t even sleep
which he knew was the worst thing of all
he loved sleep second best
because he dreamed best dreams
and mostly in all of them
he was the best flyer ever.
Archive for Jun, 2014
Dreamer
Posted in Happy little ditties on Jun 25, 2014 by AnthraciteThe Argument
Posted in Questions on Jun 19, 2014 by AnthraciteDo not talk to me like that!
– like what? Your reality is flawed!
Well tell me what is reality then!
– reality is what you are breathing right now.
Reality is an individual thing so no one can say
– well then it is imagination, not reality.
Not true! Your reality is different that mine!
– no it’s not, it is opinions that are different.
You have a deformed view, my reality is not yours
– yes it is. The sky is blue, the grass is green, the wind blows, these things are the same, these things are reality.
Yes but…..
– and are not formed by your opinion or imagination. The reality is that you live.
Yes but…..
– the reality of how you live it is called choice.
And then the sun rises and glints off the empty bottles
as you wake to the embrace of old whisky and an Arab armpit in your mouth.
Such are the consequences and dangers of spending a night arguing with oneself
Swivet
Posted in Thankful observations on Jun 18, 2014 by AnthraciteCan you feel that?
a riffle invades your calm
feeling the thick rise from your feet
you should know what this is
but you don’t
slipping into a torpor state
just for a moment as you wait
it’s here now, trying to push
your soul up your throat
then it stops
the feeling of utter loneliness
retrograding back to the dark
back to some sort of normal
and you return to the pen
Anthracite 