Cerebral Fallacies

                          ​                    Rather than simmer and fade away~                    a slow death                    Let our knowledge of each other spark treason and drive us apart-                    Rather than make unwieldy choices to live with,                    Let's learn to live without -                    Our questions.                    Let your fears be gentle on you, at nights, you will remember me by,                    And let my fables be drowned in silences as I put away the books t...

"Look at these nights busy making candles, goading the wax to fall in sleet; t rying to pass them off as sleep- lighting the wick with a flick of dreams" ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

In this world today, while we're living Some folks say the worst of us they can, But when we're dead and in our caskets, They always slip some lilies in our hand. Won't you give me flowers while I'm living From Truman Capote's 'In Cold Blood' Chapter 2 A smoky mountain song

An Ode to WH Davies- Some days are so utterly beautiful. They shake you up. So utterly calm, they rest you in spirit. Today is one such day for me. And today is a day for music and for the air to flow past you and ​for ​ you to just ​reach around and ​ feel it. And it is here. No deadline, no rush-hour, no office-work, no to-do lists, ​no buying or selling- ​ today is just for solemn somnambulance and ​for ​ contemplating the free spirit that life bestows on you one way or another.  Winter is almost over- brief though it was and summer is playing peek-a-boo. And the ​summer- she had her own ​ music ​ . An enchantress who casts her spell long before she arrives. She perfumes her way much ahead of her arrival so that enraptured souls lie await in torment and await with bated breath for what is to come. ​ Today I wish my name was Balthazar and I was in Corsica or Naples sitting atop a winding hill at my window writing beautiful prose that will surv...