Make Me Ache

Make me ache

Don't be fake

I can't relate

Without the ache

An open heart

A wounded heart

It leaves no mark

Without the heart

So make me ache

Take my sleep

Don't think to weep

Without the ache

A Wise Old Owl - a poem by Charles M Schulz

A wise old owl sat on an oak;
The more he saw the less he spoke;
The less he spoke the more he heard;
Why aren't we like that wise old bird?

o wrong

truly, there are no critics
there is only that
which sees oneself
and projects it
onto others
mistakenly seen
as separate

ein stein nacht

star space
twinkle bright
wrinkled black
einsteinian night

fallaci

flinty iconic
journalist author
a man in name
a giant in nature
source of courage
enemy of tyrants
r.i.p.

exmas

i dont know about you but we have spent over one thousand dollars leading into exmas. i dont even believe in it. but i dont believe in the thousand dollars either.

silent night
holy night
all is calm
all is hype

time to begin

creativity is the main thing. there is too much information in cyberspace. let us create.

corollary: there is too much criticism in cyberspace. focus within. if you find criticism there, address that. if left unaddressed, it will reflect outward and become a dark stain. back to creativity. express. express.