Fragmented Aphorisms...

 

“There is no sun without shadow, and it is essential to know the night.”

~ Albert Camus, The Myth of Sisyphus

 

 

I want to go to Everybar to find out what is real and what is not

 

Is there anything really different anywhere

 

Words can mean everything and nothing

 

I like dark gloomy days like this ~ it is as if time ~ somehow slows down

 

Trinity comes to Neo ~ who will come to me

 

 

(U2 ~ For The First Time)

Circles to nowhere ~ now spinning

Maybe if I wanted nothing ~ I would be okay

When I open the door ~ a still wind ~ calms my soul

Behind brown eyes ~ love soothes ~ an ache

In silence we sit ~ miles apart

I run ~ not moving ~ while the ground ~ shifts

Death beacons ~ love pleads ~ life languishes

Inside of you ~ life is created

Open my mind ~ disrobe your soul

 

 

(Photo: Christopher Fletcher)

 

Crawl into darkness ~ hold my hand

Touch my body ~ exercise the demons

Bleeding ~ without a wound ~ hold me ~ be my ~ tourniquet

Summer nights ~ sing songs ~ never heard

Words make love ~ beauty is created

Journey is desired ~ over the destination

 

(U2 ~ The Ground Beneath Her Feet)

 

 

In touching ~ we become ~ truly ourselves

Simply sitting ~ drinking beer ~ life floats

Broken bones like broken hearts never heal to be like they were

Arthritis of the heart ~ feeling with a limp

Something died inside ~ only a scar ~ remains

How deep inside can you go before you drown within yourself

Merely spinning ~ until the music ~ stops

The tide turned ~ the lost found

 

 Words conjured ~ from unconscious caverns

In time ~ love turns ~ affections shift

Peanut in a boot ~ no lighter

Someday I think ~ not sure which

What does it all mean if all means nothing

Kindles don’t smell like books

Life limps ~ like the beggar ~ on the dirty street corner

A cool breeze ~ refreshes my memory

The flickering reflections ~ conceal the truth

Unopened dreams ~ scattered ~ on the floor ~ of my existence

Words come slow ~ my body exhausted

Death ~ a warm comfort ~ from anguish

Death is a blanket to be wrapped in ~ soft assurance of peace

Bleeding without pain ~ feeling without tears

Like a cancer of my mind ~ depression eats away ~ my soul

Letters forever etched ~ in my skin

So many lies ~ choking the beauty ~ in my garden ~ of life

 



 

(U2 ~ Electrical Storm)

 

 

I wasn’t perfect ~ but I tried

People need ~ love ~ appreciation and truth

Will I find ~ love ~ appreciation ~ touch

With the night ~ comes dark ~ questions

Double rye and coke ~ lime twist

Birth to grave ~ love ~ appreciation ~ touch

Blank pages ~ bleeding ~ plead ~ for words

Lonely soul ~ bleeding ~ seeks ~ loving touch

Combustible hearts ~ burn ~ even ~ without flames

Opening doors ~ closing windows ~ startling

I linger ~ in ~ liminal space

Everything for nothing ~ nothing for everything

Wind blowing chimes ~ sounding life’s secrets

The horizon ~ of possibilities ~ within imagination

Sunshine ~ in the morning ~ Bassett Hound ~ Mourning Doves ~ in the garden

When I sleep ~ you are in my dreams ~ when I wake ~ you are in ~ my thoughts

Deep inside myself ~ I go ~ to escape ~ many wonderful things

A smile comforts ~ a thousand tears

 

 

(Photo: Christopher Fletcher)

 

Tears mingled with a smile ~ a rainbow

Bleeding in different ways ~ still blood

Cross legged ~ on the grass ~ holding hands

Some games ~ are not ~ worth playing

Salt of tears ~ remembers ~ salt of the sea

Liminal space ~ kinda grey ~ doing nothing

Counterintuitive disequilibrium ~ moistened ~ with tears

Inside a dream ~ lives all possibilities

Life ~ imperfectly beautiful ~ perfectly imperfect ~ raku

Reading your words ~ knowing your thoughts

Baptized in the river ~ of imperfectability ~ Jordan

It is your life ~ how freeing

The garden wasn’t perfect ~ it was good

Eyes ~ ice blue ~ not cold

Pink bra strap ~ ice blue eyes

Dove ~ spirit ~ freedom

Do I split in two ~ to remain alive

Bifurcation ~ lamentable solution ~ to life’s ~ absurdity

 

(Photo: Christopher Fletcher)