It is rare to understand the value of smallness To be a microdot in an infinite universe Is to be free Free to become your own best friend Free to touch the world around you With kindness and respect Understand you need never worry About the state of the world Small you cannot save everything…
It’s coming Closer every day Civilizations rise and fall Soon it’s our turn The day when everything changes Build your walls high Arm yourselves Rip up your lawns and plant vegetables Learn how to DIY Because it’s coming And you want to survive Don’t you?
The things I tied my soul to Are broken beyond repair Shards in my hand No longer beautiful The things I took delight in Are rotted away Consumed by scavengers Til nothing remains I stand in ashes They say ashes make things grow But how do I start again By turning my back on the…
Stand on the shore of the lake at midnight Wait for the moment and soon there will be Voices whispering up through the waters Songs from the drowned lands calling to me Bells toll fitfully, lost in the darkness Children’s laughter echoes below Lights flicker faintly through the dark waters Up through the years from…
I’ll go ahead, you told me And then you were gone Lost around the next corner Sometimes I could hear you calling Hurry up! I’m waiting for you! But you were never there I walked, ran, called for you Where are you? Come back! I fell to my knees and wept Why did you leave?…
John William Waterhouse was a later painter of pre-Raphaelite style, which started in 1848 with the formation of the pre-Raphaelite ‘brotherhood’. However, his work was different in many ways from the first painters in that style, being more three-dimensional. His subjects included Arthurian and similar tales, classical tales, and more general subjects. Some of his…
You face a choice And the consequences are steep What to do? Sometimes there’s no way to know You can’t take a peek Behind door one and door two To see how it’s going to go There’s no way to find out So try as you might to consider the pros and cons Your choice…
Striped fur soft and warm Green eyes glow with inner fire Happy purrs give life Nonchalant she sits Pristine paws arranged just so Waiting for service Thirteen years my friend Old girl sleeping safe and close Love given freely
When you are young this is how it is You love your mum and she loves you On the whole, I guess that’s true But sometimes as you grow You look again, and know You grieve a mother’s love you never knew Approval was conditional Affection waxing and waning with every changeable mood And if…
Boat floats freely on the current The river knows where she goes And we trust her to take us there Clouds swirl lazily overhead Painted streaks of white, blue, grey While light fractures gold to green Through overhanging trees Green and gold shower onto the water Leaves and blossom Meadows dance on either side Purple,…
Eclectic Assemblage 