I’m the man to be,

but it said nothingI worshipped the Selfbut it did not smile at meI surrendered every actionto the Selfbut it only watched,said nothing,did not smilenow I am silent,watch, and smile:how can you findthat which you never lost?

mis-timed, Famous Last W…but as Lazarus said, there’s alwaysthe replay factor.. though not many of usget to check back on our timingor so we might think but then who knowsbut the audience, they haveto live with it: a farmer friendsaw to the cattle, came back in,had his supper, suddenly said to herI’ve got to go…

What a profound statement, isthat hackneyed phrase!‘Just an impromptu dinner party’,they invited.A modest house that shineswith their mutual and family love –his craftsmanship in every detail,her sense of beauty at every point,like the vased flowerswhich seemed to be growingout of a spring of love, openly rejoicingthat they were giving their life to usin the name…

under the green hills of Avalon;this we believe; this comforts us.We’ll call them when we need them..unless, the sharp cold dark night-mists of timemake men forget to spell their children’s minds.And not only knights, they say,but all his court, to rise at time of need;poets, singers, clowns and wise men too;all sleep the sweet sleep…

from the goodness of their heartsof the good, the true, the beautiful;out of the chaos of the well-intentionedand sometime messy life;hypocrite readers, who turnto those same poets for reminders ofthe good, the true, the beautifulout of the chaos of the well-intentionedand sometimes messy life;(hypocrite editors, dare we add, who,knowing the good, the true, the beautiful,turn…

maybe when I’m older i’ll know what self-esteem isand how it can never be wrecked…and i’ll even be grateful for the lesson you pushed on mebut not ****ing yet, OK?