“He who rejects change is the architect of decay. The only human institution which rejects progress is the cemetery.” ~Harold Wilson Change is pretty much the word of the week for this little writer. Shiny new apartment change begins on Saturday. Expenses are soon to be changing. Plus, new reviews on the book are supposed [...]
Posts Tagged ‘Reality’
Time for a Change
Posted in Quote of the Week, tagged Anatole France, Change, Fantasy, Harold Wilson, Quotes, Reality, Wisdom on April 30, 2012 | 2 Comments »
Passing Through
Posted in Poems, tagged Galford, Growing up, Home, Life, Passing Through, Poetry, Reality on March 20, 2012 | 16 Comments »
Not even laughter marked the passing where the final hop was made, where I found time waiting with a smokeless cigarette, and shadows played burlesque tragedy upon bones once called foundation. There were memories in the scraps of smiles. Cracked and bloody in the marsh, a framed lie will sink into the sight unseen. One [...]
Reconciling the Fantastic and the Literary
Posted in Thoughts, tagged Fantasy, Fiction, Galford, Imagination, R. Scott Bakker, Reality, World Building, Writing on January 20, 2012 | 7 Comments »
Centuries ago, as it is said, man looked at the world around him, and wondered. The why of existence captivated him, and so did its purpose. The result? He made up stories to explain it. Gave new reasons to old sights. Then came science, reason, cultural and sociological evolution. Logic worked its way into mankind, [...]
Worldly Truths
Posted in Poems, tagged Faith, Galford, Humanity, Poetry, Reality on January 3, 2012 | 17 Comments »
Shadows of mountains paint Divinity, smooth flesh to mere Humanity, craft worlds dirt and rock and ash all might breathe, let know there are little differences between Souls.
One more night
Posted in Poems, tagged Childhood, Dreams, Galford, Imagination, Poetry, Reality on November 8, 2011 | 33 Comments »
Child wakes the deep dark drink Eternity lost somewhere between the closet and the sheets, mother’s cries no assurance to the ones that can still see. Only bears might be knights to ward reality another night; only dolls might soothe the tears of time’s inevitable drum. One more night, they cry, and the pillow does [...]
Debate
Posted in Poems, tagged Debate, Dreams, Fantasy, Galford, Internal Voice, Poetry, Reality, Struggle on September 6, 2011 | 21 Comments »
A turnkey sparks the dragons Where crystal twilight trickles. Stop. Smeared shadows mourn looking glass— No more. Mother primes the engine, Tear-laden, rain-streaked, the world— Can you see it? The rain, Where it falls It dances on the starlight of our— Passing dreams. The child seeks winged flames Wreathed and wrought of golden beams, Of [...]
Welcome to Rapture
Posted in Poems, tagged Apocalypse, Armageddon, Blind Faith, Failed predictions, Galford, Heaven, Observations, People, Poems, Poetry, Prophecy, Rapture, Reality, Religion, The End, Thoughts, Welcome to Rapture, Y2K on May 21, 2011 | 2 Comments »
Inspired by all this silly Rapture business so many are apparently getting up in arms about today. Because, yes, that’s correct, the world is apparently going to end today…never mind the man that made the prediction made the same prediction in 1994… Into my maw impart All sympathy, with mild ecstasy The will to persevere [...]
Death of a Muse
Posted in Poems, tagged Creativity, Death of a Muse, Dreams, Forgotten, Galford, Identity, Imagination, Inspiration, Muse, Observations, One Shot Wednesday, One Stop Poetry, People, Poems, Poetry, Reality, Reflections, Rejection, Relationships, Thoughts, Writing on May 17, 2011 | 24 Comments »
Tender touches twilight now when you would walk through moon beams silver youth, in my mind, your long-tossed hair that fleeting glimpse unworthy hands would never know. A dream-wrought kiss for all sensation’s cheer— a note to set the pen to dance beneath your light. What is your name? Reality, but a longing and a [...]
Experimental Haiku
Posted in Haiku/Senryu, tagged Children, Dreams, Flight, Galford, Growing up, Haiku, Ideas, Life, Poetry, Reality, Reflections, Short Poems, Spring, Storms, Thoughts, Writing, Youth on May 5, 2011 | 2 Comments »
Youth. You smile as you flutter off in crooked flight spring storms—a notion.
Visions of Yester-Year
Posted in Poems, tagged Age, Dreams, Foundations, Galford, Hopes, Life, Memory, Observations, One Shoot Sunday, One Stop Poetry, Photo Prompt, Photographers, Photos, Plains, Poem, Poems, Poetry, Reality, Reflection, Sean McCormick, Spring, Surrealism, Thoughts, Writing, Youth on February 13, 2011 | 10 Comments »
We laid the foundation of our hearts And spread beneath an open sky Where neither walls nor whims Knew limitation to licentious surrealism; The clouds, like little rabbits framed Running through the soul, Stood as libation In silent spring. Weeds rack the roots, No resurgence in the recalcitrant puberty, Midst rustled horses and [...]
