Imagine,
If you will,
The inner workings,
Of a watch.

All the tiny gears,
Gently colliding,
Slowly sliding,
Like lovers locked in dance.

All different sizes,
Shaped in their own way,
But all equally as important,
To keep constant flow.

Turning and turning,
The little ones go,
Turning the larger,
But the larger turns slow.

Their size and their speed,
Mean nothing to them,
In their own little circle,
They forever go.

They maintain their rhythm,
Their sense of immortal flow,
Then and only then,
Will the bigger things ever go.

How will I explain to Cleopatra and Helen that I've let them down.

How will I tell them that I fell for empty promises and compromised my crown.

They told me Kingdoms crumble for queens.

But they never told me I'd lose my king.

Banana bread is not so difficult an endeavor, with regards to goods for baking.
Thusly so, I once lightheartedly chose to pursue the undertaking.
My focus was unwavering, my measurements painstaking,
I exuded utter confidence that not a single step would be forsaken.

I felt so meticulous,
To some extent ridiculous,
In my quest to achieve perfection.
But proud I was,
And all because,
I could make such a confection.

Hence, I could only be baffled, with an awe-stricken stare,
When at the end of my baking-bonanza,
I glanced at the counter, and noticed with despair
That a forgotten ingredient remained lying there:
I had baked it all sans banana.

cakes. many cakes.

airport
9:15

**** in pants
found money

late. but not late

falling  is  not
failing  ,
it  only*
becomes
failing  once  you
refuse  to  try  again
in
short
failure  is   refusing
to   stand  once   you  fall .

The body of any
written work
is unimportant,
the key to it all is
in the eyes of the soul
of the reader.

******
me

sitting in the garden
watching a spider
poor thing
has only
seven legs left
but
walks so fast
the spider is
so much like
every other
little
spider
but
with only seven legs
this spider is still
a spider
even though
it has seven legs
it still walks
so fast as any other
spider