Swirling

Swirling sugars abound Shivering as I walk upon the ground Fear, fear, future, and fatigue I tried relaxing and one productive rote activity drew intrigue instead writing this is taxing foreign, yet friendly, remains fearsome does the future Weakness does drown Sad, sorrow, tomorrow So fearful of sleep most precious slumber.

outgoing email by post

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time

Slips away
from us who pass it
until end

Sunrise.

Enter sunrise. Welcome to the morning.

Naturally I arise
Only late in the after-
noon.

The Swap

Day and night
Nothing seems quite right
Energy leeks

Woke up

Woke up thinking of you
not knowing what to do
for you I do adore
so much and then more

what little know I
closer to heart
as I wait apart
bye the bye

I wish not to type
but hold you near
maybe that is right
yet, I have much fear

Is this right or is this wrong?

long lines

It seems that
long line do
not get split
but if you

see the mail
it does make
quite a tail
<p>out of whatever you did put there since the mail client did split
your lines for you!

sway

There is a song
with this title
it's not very long
rather just right

A tune to follow
unlike that swallow
as high as you go
just sway real slow

nothing quite like
moving at night
in a friend's arms
right through the song

stormy weather

One day I will return
to be able and willing
but for now
my time is spent around
anywhere, but where I should

I can give a perfect speech:
Do this; don't do that
but I won't listen
or act
or behave

it's instinct
just instinct,
to fight myself
over and over and

enjoy

a rare sunSET

Usually the morning attracts me.
But one afternoon, I spotted a golden sky.
Pink, purple, luscious and red.
Above some lit houses
as autumn's wings spread.
Ignore the lights
focus on the celestial brights.

Sunrise

Beyond the horizon
Is a world of wonder
Those colour here on
Life makes us fonder.

avocation

A vocation I seek
Yet, I ponder
Why an outlook bleak
Since I find yonder
Avocation alone.

jumping hoops

Life takes unexpected turns. We meet interesting people and become
interested in them. In doing so, we learn about ourselves.

Sunrise.

Only one way
To find your secret heart
Jump up and

You, Why over there
stand you flush, all alone today
when I know of you

see you daily now
see you once in a long while
same old, done before

but somehow anew
perhaps glow of sunlight makes
feeling to model

The WWF dropped by to fund raise last Friday.



There were snakes. Sorry, no photo of the python. It was enjoying my shoulder for quite some time.

nonsensical musings too late at night

It's powerful that thing
we don't know it's sting
rather than guess
I'll avoid the whole mess

Quickly! Race to the line
starting to panic, in time
I happily listen to you
because the noise you make is "moo"

Sometimes I don't know what to think We laugh at the same things We cry not frequently enough

Tuesday afternoon, London (Richmond @ Oxford)

Effective. Passive. Bold.

Insufficient. Weak. No change.

reality fubar

No sunrise today
Little time to say
What I wanted to
recite for you

You have to love the colour which precedes a cloudy day.


Not much else is like it.
.
.
.
Now where did my motivation go?

Supremely addicted I know not what I say Thoughts come flowing Yet I wash them away With luck you shall enjoy A feat of memory upcoming All tasks completed Time standing still For we seem to ogle Enjoying laughter (and sight) Of each other daily Making absence our plight

Okay. I'm addicted. And this was supposed to be posted. Yesterday.

Sweet colours.

Lovely place amongst friends
Addicted am I
Persons new to me
Interesting, different, wonderful

truth and secrets

Seeing you, watching you
standing there, apart
in arms reach and across the valley
sudden silent speech breaches the chasm.
Reading into it
my guess devours you

No sunrise today,

It was cloudy,

But I got just enough sleep,

To be up anyway.

reminder of last season: black walnuts and autumn-coloured leaves

What a beautiful start to a wonderful day.

Were all the day as brilliant. . .

eating my insides

I am drawn as a moth
Nothing do I want more
Yet sickening to me
a bitter taste of sense
however common makes my insides
feel extruded to paste
then ground up like dried autumn leaves

I want nothing else
I need anything else
I could use a little help

Maybe we can meet for tea?
But then the turmoil would overtake
And I'd risk laying it all on your plate

Please, dawn. Come take me
Through this and past it

It is my race to heal

ever after

teased, as the prince[1]
longing for contact of the past
something has changed beneath the surface
all too oblique for my eye to see



[1] Geek joke: One turned into a talking frog is found by a geek. With no use for a partner the frog is kept as a novelty.

Somehow I feel special

Not only do you care
How strong I feel
But you wait until
I can bear it

Waiting quietly
patiently
Until time reaches
Reaches our moment

It's amazing how pretty the colours come through

the clouds dropping rain across the city.

This time I managed to keep from finishing the whole bag. IIRC this took place between 23h30 and 23h55 last night.



Mmmmm.... yummy "no name brand" plain, non-ruffled potato chips.

That was easy, wasn't it!

where ever have we gone

I thought I knew you
After those threats
Those teases
Now thrown aside

Cast away am I
Like a new toy
The morning after
No more, maybe less

Time was good, we laughed
It was special in some way
But
At least we had the changeroom