|
|
| Sanctuary of Confusion |
About me
|
Message Me
My Photo";
}
echo " | ";
echo "";
$handle = @fopen('cnt.txt', 'rb');
if ($handle) {
$cnt = @fgets($handle) + 1;
echo "Showcase Views [$cnt]";
fclose($handle);
$handle = @fopen('cnt.txt', 'wb');
if ($handle) {
@fputs($handle, $cnt);
fclose($handle);
}
}
?>
|
|
Poetry about youth and delusion. |
| January 12 2010 17:30 |
|
Distraction
Distract me, humble vibration.
Preoccupy this preoccupied mind
Give me a pattern to find
And I will happily rip from reality
Like a shredded letter from an old foe.
Distract me, fleeting words.
Preoccupy this preoccupied mind.
Give me a motive to find
And I will dutifully leaf through your pages
Like flat stones skim the water’s simple strata.
Distract me, passive chi.
Preoccupy this preoccupied me.
Give me a flavour to find
And I will reach for the bottom
Like the proboscis of a bee
Innocent search for mother’s riches.
|
| January 12 2010 17:24 |
|
Five Seasons
I would trade your season for mine,
But winter is more comforting
Than the flowers of spring.
Harvest the snow,
And there you have luxury.
The white sand of my country,
And the pure radiance of yours.
On the strings
We have slithers of ice
And polished brass
Is the wind.
Hear the percussive surge of river
Or the silence seducing empty roads.
We have found our orchestra of frosty season.
Conducted by currents in the sky.
|
| January 08 2010 17:19 |
|
Mayfly
The open diamond mine
On one of your senses.
Is sitting in a narrow circle
On a surface by the door.
The knowledge of your excuses' flaws -
Shame at a mayfly's life's delight.
When you duck down
And smell that rolled up note
The drip of labour's fruit
Wishing it was the first and last
Single sample.
Prostrate and consumed
In the languishing eve
While others jest, half-sincere
And not really listening
To anything but the present time.
The knowledge of your excuses' flaws
Shame at a mayfly's life's delight.
|
|
