Monday, May 23, 2011

marble faux notebook

(photo of  marble floor with reflection, and black tape.)

hallenge

Slime

There appears to be no place for the truth on the television news. Rather, any emerging truth is quickly swamped with the static interference of idiot voices; any clear water muddied with propaganda.
Turn on your television, this is not the news, it is the voice of corruption, the opiate that numbs your desire to know; your willingness to learn.
Turn off your television, it is the collar of servitude chained to the pillars of greed to which we return daily to sniff our own piss.

Sunday, May 22, 2011

hedge


      first length



                                                                first length:


                                              he cast the spells well
                                                and made of his house a ship
                                             and he fashioned an iron bell
                                                       for there's many a slip
                                              twixt the cup and the lip
                                   and he took to the seas of fate
                                     and sailed himself - far away



so that when the great lifestorms struck the world
      his friends would have somewhere to stay
         if only they could swim



ii:


                                           it's still clear, and cold
                                                  there was wind yesterday
                                            at this time
                                                  cold and gusty


                            it doesn't mean there will be wind today
                                    bode that good or ill
   but it makes me hope for it, being human as I am


                                                       as i am,
                                             very still,                                                   

                                                      clear and cold







2009 Peter Greene.

nothing and insight...


Abstract Expression Moment


Expression at the core
Like the earth
The heat beneath
Reveals
Expression through the layers
The hottest lava flow
Surface now
Bubbling up
Unstoppable
Delicious
Is there more of this sweet treat
Waiting even deeper
To raise its soulful spirit
My soulful sprite
Not in spite
But my delight
Expression

Painting and Poem by Romantic Poetess