On
this crest
a learn of words
From the ruby
throated humming
burns a burst of brittle
somethings loved
as we remember
better times,
from vicious
days that were...
At the falling
of its maker,
promise ends
for the bravest
of our betting
is but pennies
in the fountain
take a moment
to attend the honour
promises deserve
then return into the light,
a brighter soul...
January
If we are not careful can collapse in on itself.
To some, in the darkened hemisphere, it can be like standing barefoot in a bucket of cold water staring down the bleak North wind, salted eyes, seeing nothing more than an accident of birth.
Divorce and suicide rates run high in this first of months.
Nothing, is always, as , always is nothing and we were born to feel something in between the birth and death of everything.
Sensorial, corporeal, our matter is a moment to no-one but our minds.
Be careful in/out there...
Mind how you go