NormParadise and Apocalypse
Adam was a boy and Cocky was an egg. Jesus was the Snake to some. Eve was a rib and The Tree knew what was to come. The Apple dangled from the Tree, nice and tight. We all took a bite. Killing goats by fire is sacred and separating wheat from chaff is too. Suffering is meaningless, and Glasshouses are home to delicate species. If you live in one don't eat apples! The Garden was not a glasshouse because Apples don’t grow in them. Life hangs by a thread, tenuous. All life. It's Here. It's Gone. Spirit lasts, longevity. I believe our works are the physical manifestations of our spirit. The work is the surface and the spirit is the depths. Please, I'm trying to be serious, the sultry summer sends my skin skyrocketing. Who knows what lies at the bottom. It's dark down there. One day I woke to find myself drifting in my inflated tinny just off land. I play it safe in real life. The Spirit of a Grocer! And grosser. I was all surface and no depth. Then my boat sank. I’m no swimmer and I’m no fighter, I sank. Lunar illumination let the glorious blues linger. Thriving in profundity is an ability, like being socially dysfunctional. Fishlike. A Pointer. It's where I go now, the floor. It makes me distant and cold. It’s Apocalyptic. Dreaming awake. Thinking with eyes and seeing with mind. Hearing with ears. Maybe it's a dirty dunny on days when deriding drongos decides my direction. It’s still my belief. It drives me on. Life without belief is a Tree without fruit, coit without hoop, suit without suit, poop without chute. Dead to the world. I think it’s truth, my belief; I will seek proof, to affirm faith. We are fallible. That’s not a revelation. Paradise and Apocalypse. The Flaw and The Floor. Physical and Spiritual: opposite.
Ars Poetica
hit tons of nails on the head fred..
~Lily
Consumption Malfunction
Equal and Opposite
Arses and Elbows
Footy Power
I'm living on crumbs.
You should see my thumbs.
Norm.
Ars Poetica
Consumption Malfunction
Equal and Opposite
Arses and Elbows
Footy Power
et vous?
Ars Poetica
non, the waters are an hour away, cars require petrol, petrol costs money and gettng out requires the challenge of anti-hermiting!!!!!!! -- fans are good, to a point...............>