i zen not
it reeks of haiku
on bird-shat
statues
under star
Photo by Troy Olson on Unsplash sleeping spoon under star
blue moon, turquoise nights
running whitewater overhead
everything path stays on path
running shadowed forest
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under star
tossing a rune — 10jun25
ehwaz sitting backwards
to see what is ahead
a long and winding road
wending through forests
to before we were young
in tall pines
three crows callingAnother rune poem of mine, where the rune is selected at random. Today’s rune is ehwaz, which has a core meaning of “horse”. A horse is often associated with journeys, travel and movement. By extension, it also implies symbiosis with another living creature and loyalty, or trust.
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tossing a rune — 10jun25
sixteen
Sixteen years ago (to the day), I woke up with a monster of a hangover. Well, it was a hangover if you can have a hangover when you’re still drunk… To save my life, I couldn’t tell you how much I had to drink the night before. Probably close to 24 bottles of ale, chased down with half a quart of Jameson. I might have cleaned up the rum that was in a nearly-full fifth… Was there some tequila? I’m afraid it is all a fog.
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sixteen
daybreak sends
Photo by Pixabay on Pexels.com to quell all dreaming
long black snake riding
writhing at land's end
days i tire of thinking —
must be something more
just around the bend
pull over waysides
drinking travel mug brew
to stare at what daybreak
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daybreak sends
Experiments in Stereo Pt 2
Photo by Anthony Roberts on Unsplash Good evening all. I wanted to circle back on this to give people incentive to play along with me and experiment with songwriting. While there were two Brave and Hearty Souls who joined in on my little bit of play last week, I would really like to give others an opportunity to jump in and show the world they lyrical writing chops.
The idea was to give you a rough idea of the sound and see what you might come up with if you were the lyricist for a band without actually having heard the song. In this case, I asked folks to think like Andrew Eldritch from Sisters of Mercy, bored in some dark nightclub wishing you hadn’t used up all of your amphetamine while the night was so young. He had a some new catchy lyrics that he wanted to write, but no music to write them to. Well, maybe it was not exactly that, but you get the idea…
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Experiments in Stereo Pt 2
door in the wood
Photo by Simon Wilkes on Unsplash — and yes i recall
the hill with the tree and
the door and the key
but i don't think it
will turn for me
anymore
— so who will remember
when the rain starts to fall
of that door in the wood
to let the ghost
of me in?To like, click comments or:
door in the wood
consuming flame
Photo by Ville Palmu on Unsplash dirt under nails
cut ragged for
all the digging
leaving roots
bared to the sun
my lifeblood
flows these
seeking fingers
and i stare
wondering
where it has
all been drawn
wicker the dreams
at the man
caging flame
consume all
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consuming flame
Subdomain progress
Photo by Pixabay on Pexels.com. I know, this image has nothing much to do with this post. I know, yawn, blow-by-blow accounts are so dull and so very much not droll (let us not confuse the two “d” words, please), but I’m going to natter on a bit about it anyway. It would possibly be wise to skip this post unless you are somewhat interested in the process.
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Subdomain progress
dreams only
Photo by Dana on Unsplash i suppose that sometimes
a dream is only a dream
but these always lean
towards rude awakeningsTo like, click comments or:
dreams only
