
2006.05.16 • 20:21 • 0 com
We need to consider things well
go beyond crazy spontaneity
and crazy checking details.
Everyday's a feast of experiences,
some food to pigeons
and a good nice warm bed.
Ah, I would like to let it always be this way.
But, wait! It is!
Nothing to complain about.
On the other hand, more lines to write.
Sleep to have.
A waking at a given time, if I have the opportunity, again.
And then future plans.
"When I become someone important, will you listen to me?"
Will I listen to me? Not even I do know. Forget all this.
When rotting in the ground, will I still worry?
Just before that, will I fear experience more?
Experience hope, experience fear, right now, let go.
Will I be wise? If I have time, I will know me a fool — at least now.
Since I know I'm a fool, I'm already wise.
And I know when to stop writing.
But I'm a fool, and I keep going.
Because I like to show off.
People read me, you know.
You know.
I know.
What's left?
My forehead on the screen,
blessed computer.
I sure would like to say something more. Why?
[originally posted in dying sun, 5. 26. 2004 00:13 ]
go beyond crazy spontaneity
and crazy checking details.
Everyday's a feast of experiences,
some food to pigeons
and a good nice warm bed.
Ah, I would like to let it always be this way.
But, wait! It is!
Nothing to complain about.
On the other hand, more lines to write.
Sleep to have.
A waking at a given time, if I have the opportunity, again.
And then future plans.
"When I become someone important, will you listen to me?"
Will I listen to me? Not even I do know. Forget all this.
When rotting in the ground, will I still worry?
Just before that, will I fear experience more?
Experience hope, experience fear, right now, let go.
Will I be wise? If I have time, I will know me a fool — at least now.
Since I know I'm a fool, I'm already wise.
And I know when to stop writing.
But I'm a fool, and I keep going.
Because I like to show off.
People read me, you know.
You know.
I know.
What's left?
My forehead on the screen,
blessed computer.
I sure would like to say something more. Why?
[originally posted in dying sun, 5. 26. 2004 00:13 ]
Also in poetry: Happy Meal • A Few Words of Rejoice • Ode to Socrates • Cheating Death, Who Laughs Last?
Shares tags with: Ludic (dying sun); — Please, tell me the airplane won’t crash. • Cheating Death, Who Laughs Last? (death);

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