++
Awaiting sleep, 'til light infects the curtains with it's pallor.
Added @ 03:00 AM on August 30, 2006
++
Do I mind? Doesn't matter.
Added @ 08:38 AM on August 24, 2006
++
So steep the fall,
so slippery.
So high the wall
that's holding me.
Added @ 02:05 PM on July 28, 2003
++
Dug in the hindbrain of thought, deconceptualised. Ideas creep, organic, through the mulch.
Added @ 03:21 PM on July 12, 2003
++
Tree-topped,
a drop of
chlorophylliac
sunlight dripped
betwixt the eyes.
Added @ 12:16 AM on July 10, 2003
++
Fighting fire with fire will only increase the burning.
Added @ 01:29 PM on June 12, 2003
++
Truth is that quality of which we spend our lives in denial.
Added @ 03:26 PM on May 24, 2003
++
Hatred only succeeds because we are all conditioned to believe that love is somehow embarassing.
Added @ 02:01 PM on May 19, 2003
++
Bureaucracy is reified democracy.
Added @ 02:06 PM on April 30, 2003
++
The brain is a sponge: it soaks and it soaks and then randomly regurgitates when squeezed.
Added @ 10:43 PM on April 24, 2003
++
Words are like weapons: the important part is what you load them with and where you point them.
Added @ 04:01 PM on April 22, 2003
++
Sleep stains on the back of the eyelids.
Added @ 05:58 PM on April 15, 2003
++
Slipped twixt intention and doubt: opportunity.
Added @ 09:21 AM on April 08, 2003
++
Words beyond recall:
thought pebbles flung
into calm, clear pool.
Added @ 05:49 PM on April 02, 2003
++
Muffled in the swirl and dazzle of flakes. Ears crisped, with long strides squeaking snow balloons underfoot. Trees are transformed into giant laceworks, whilst the streets assume unfamiliar curves.
Added @ 06:21 PM on February 05, 2003
++
Trapped struggling in amber, these words cannot bite.
Added @ 02:51 PM on October 30, 2002
++
Suns dying breath embers
sky in autumn glow,
sending bone chill to
seek out marrow.
Added @ 02:50 PM on October 25, 2002
++
Dropped syllables from the scansion of night litter the ground in soft darkness.
Added @ 02:48 PM on October 21, 2002
++
In the out phase
of sleep, twisting
threads of things into
things of threads
unravelling ...
Added @ 02:47 PM on October 15, 2002
++
Drift light in passing,
spinning motes of dust
just so ...
Added @ 02:46 PM on October 12, 2002
++
Slink back, relax.
Melt slow brain over naked
flame, and remain.
Added @ 02:45 PM on September 17, 2002
++
Seek light, when darkness fails.
Added @ 02:43 PM on September 11, 2002
++
Curled around sun, sleeping. Stretched out spine kinks on grass, dreaming wispy clouds. Blood-filtered light seeps through eyelids, mazing meandering mind.
Added @ 02:42 PM on August 13, 2002
++
Thoughts won't come when bid. The tap runs dry, then spits out sudden flood.
Added @ 02:42 PM on July 30, 2002
++
Tarmac. Dust and oil coated, with odd clogged scraps. Pigeon pecked and trampled. Soaked, dried and tyre-rolled. Inured.
Added @ 02:40 PM on July 25, 2002
++
Flung thoughts strike pebbles,
splashing out ripples to lap
at exotic shores.
Added @ 02:40 PM on July 20, 2002
++
Midst the skelter of perceptions, a solid point: your smile
Added @ 02:39 PM on July 15, 2002
++
That which can be defined in words, does not exist.
Added @ 02:38 PM on July 13, 2002
++
Behind a scrunched desk
in the Ministry of Words
sits a yellowed man,
tallying cliches.
Added @ 02:37 PM on July 12, 2002
++
Passing time whilst the neap tide eddies idly, awaiting the oncoming bore.
Added @ 02:35 PM on July 08, 2002
++
Bittersleep, sweet
nothing envelopes
restless mind.
Added @ 02:25 PM on July 06, 2002
++
Experiencing temporary signal loss. Transmission will resume once frequency is regained.
Added @ 02:19 PM on May 06, 2002
++
Words come brittle, like bones of dead thoughts.
Added @ 02:18 PM on April 07, 2002
++
The blanket of this network is a patchwork affair: conflicting ideas, unevenly interwoven.
Added @ 02:17 PM on March 07, 2002
++
Mind, melting in
music, fusing to rhythm:
dilated, sublime.
Added @ 02:16 PM on February 25, 2002
++
The mind is a miasma of if, when and why.
Added @ 02:13 PM on February 16, 2002
++
When the clouds spit down
lightning, scraping thunder
from the ruin, and cannons
crack despairing city walls,
treason whispers quiet belief.
Added @ 03:31 PM on February 09, 2002
++
If life is a glorious adventure, then surely death is coming home.
Added @ 07:40 PM on February 07, 2002
++
Coiled in repose,
with spring all sprung
and bloody nose.
Added @ 09:33 AM on February 06, 2002
++
Power is a glamour, dazzling the senses like a cheap conjurors trick.
Added @ 10:02 AM on January 25, 2002
++
Life is a yearning to become.
Added @ 09:11 AM on January 24, 2002
++
Even in the games of shadows, light has its part to play.
Added @ 12:03 PM on December 17, 2001
++
We see little pieces. Like smoke blown through a two-dimensional slice of sunlight, the pattern of the whole is not obvious.
Added @ 03:49 PM on December 11, 2001
++
A skirling wind rattles branches, as the sun dips into twilight.
Added @ 11:05 AM on December 08, 2001
++
Hype != substance.
Added @ 05:27 PM on December 05, 2001
++
A mind is like a cartful of opinions. Unloading spare baggage can aid speed and agility.
Added @ 05:46 PM on November 30, 2001
++
Faith dreams mountains.
Added @ 07:23 PM on November 28, 2001
++
Flame-gathered, scouring the flicker for a spark.
Added @ 03:32 PM on November 23, 2001
++
Sweet sooth, salt and subtle.
Added @ 01:28 AM on November 22, 2001
++
The perfect poem:
one word dropped into a pool
of silent context.
Added @ 06:52 PM on November 06, 2001
++
Evolution, not dissolution.
Added @ 08:35 PM on September 09, 2001
++
We are all somewhat occluded.
Added @ 11:25 AM on September 08, 2001
++
Reality is like an iceberg: nine tenths is below the surface.
Added @ 07:37 PM on September 01, 2001
++
To change, and stay the same.
Added @ 08:54 PM on August 29, 2001
++
Could we coalesce?
Added @ 09:12 AM on August 29, 2001
++
If you can read this, you're probably too close to the screen.
Added @ 06:15 PM on August 28, 2001
++
The intersection of ideas creates additional information.
Added @ 01:22 PM on August 27, 2001
++
The intersection of minds creates additional intelligence.
Added @ 01:20 PM on August 27, 2001
++
Co-operation is more efficient than competition.
Added @ 09:05 AM on August 27, 2001
++
Dance, dance. Declassify yourself.
Added @ 12:42 PM on August 26, 2001
++
Where and what you have been, does not predict where you will go.
Added @ 12:02 AM on August 26, 2001
++
The dreaming mind retreats and I awaken.
Added @ 11:37 AM on August 25, 2001
++
Culture is addictive.
Added @ 10:19 PM on August 24, 2001
++
Victory is fleeting. Peace is divine.
Added @ 12:56 AM on June 07, 2001
++
This hunger for expression, enflamed in artistic outpourings or dampened in exhaustive intoxications ... what drives this vehicle of emotion and need?
Added @ 08:53 PM on May 24, 2001
++
Inertia invades the vacant mind.
Added @ 07:47 PM on May 18, 2001
++
See this old wall, bricks weathered into faces and places: a mad, magic map of the memory of years.
Added @ 03:45 PM on May 15, 2001
++
Periods of integration are often preceded and followed by periods of disintegration.
Added @ 05:28 PM on May 11, 2001
++
With cold hugging scalps like a mint shiver hairwash, we wait in the gathering light for the day.
Added @ 02:18 AM on April 22, 2001
++
Consciousness sleeping in silicon, steeped in electronic dreams.
Added @ 08:49 AM on April 19, 2001
++
Send me down the cold wire to that place of warm light.
Added @ 07:11 PM on April 18, 2001
++
The recycling mind sends and retrieves these refinements of refinements of thoughts.
Added @ 05:36 PM on March 28, 2001
++
Unleash: the potential is within.
Added @ 07:34 PM on March 15, 2001
++
Everything explodes in sunlight. As big, warm colours shiver down spine, mind cracks the last shards of ice, steaming gently into day.
Added @ 04:44 PM on March 12, 2001
++
The things we can see and taste and touch are not the whole picture. The important things are invisible to the eye.
Added @ 01:06 PM on March 10, 2001
++
Mind flowers opening catch sunlight and spill. Mind leaves curl up stem and out branches. Mind roots stretch comfortable down in earth. Mind fruit lies dormant awaiting birth.
Added @ 12:57 AM on March 06, 2001
++
Snow flurry, scurry, stinging eyes and cheeks with biting sleet.
Added @ 09:15 AM on March 01, 2001
++
We are all striving to be, in a universe which isn't.
That which we become, the universe becomes imperceptibly.
Added @ 01:39 PM on February 22, 2001
++
Communication is osmosis of the mind.
Added @ 06:28 PM on February 20, 2001
++
Burn like a bonfire in everything you do.
Added @ 05:57 PM on February 20, 2001
++
Why should we not evaluate and seek to change our society to something more amenable to us all?
Added @ 07:24 PM on February 18, 2001
++
Pain is relative.
Added @ 04:10 PM on February 12, 2001
++
Sorrow is a reasonable emotional response. Fold up your sorrow and keep it in a close pocket, against the wind.
Added @ 04:03 PM on February 12, 2001
++
There is no scientific evidence of love. The dance of the brain cannot be choreographed. There are no maps for feeling.
Added @ 05:35 PM on February 10, 2001
++
Eye contact is evocative: there is a language of the eyes. The darting move; the widening pupil; the shaping of lids and brow all speak volumes in a language we cannot vocalise.
Added @ 10:52 PM on February 05, 2001
++
Hard questions cry out for soft answers.
Added @ 11:01 AM on February 04, 2001
++
Mind is a network; connecting this thing to that thing, to this thing to that.
Added @ 07:43 PM on February 01, 2001
++
Accepting the cold, I cease to feel it so.
Added @ 07:17 PM on February 01, 2001
++
Nightfall: ice squeaks over puddles and mist curls under doorways. There is a particularity to the night which is dazzled by day.
Added @ 05:38 PM on February 01, 2001
++
Fast and noisy like a rocket schoonering around the tracks like a crazy deranged steam-boat of a thing with big wheels like a spinning propellor whizzing round in circles and shooting off sparks like a catherine wheel on fire with great gouts of smoke roaring out of the chimney fast and noisy like the first train.
Added @ 07:26 PM on January 30, 2001
++
Cooking smells: crushed cloves, cumin and cardamoms, laced with star anise; then fresh-chopped garlic and coriander, lingering on the fingers.
Added @ 07:02 PM on January 29, 2001
++
Stars punch holes in the night, bleeding in light.
Added @ 12:13 AM on January 29, 2001
++
Face into the snow: flakes blinding, stinging cheeks. Breathe into the night: crystal clouds infusing the blizzard. Spread your arms to the sky: outstretching awe at the rarity of existence.
Added @ 09:30 PM on January 27, 2001
++
My love is a cold fire:
it burns my soul to ice on a raging pyre.
My love is a dark light:
accustomising eyes to the gloom of the night.
Added @ 06:49 PM on January 25, 2001
++
Positivity costs nothing but pays for everything.
Added @ 05:46 PM on January 22, 2001
++
Looking for the simplest way to express a particular thought, I often lose it. The lowest common denominator is a smile.
Added @ 05:44 PM on January 22, 2001
++
I
cannot write this
silence
into a eulogy.
Added @ 11:41 AM on January 19, 2001
++
The frost chill snapping finger bones, while white gulls frolic cartwheels 'cross the sky.
Added @ 09:20 AM on January 18, 2001
++
Imagine, if all minds were but folds in the blanket of consciousness.
Added @ 06:38 PM on January 16, 2001
++
Almost anything is easier whilst relaxed.
Added @ 11:54 PM on January 15, 2001
++
For we have fed on wind-snatched tears, dispensing cruelty with kind eyes.
Added @ 08:09 PM on January 11, 2001
++
Thought, like water,
finds its level;
or air flows, moving
over heat/pressure fields.
Mind, like river dancer,
flicks fragile craft
through jaws of rapids,
in endless quest for sea.
Added @ 10:39 AM on January 11, 2001
++
Self is illusion.
Added @ 08:58 AM on January 04, 2001
++
Calm like aluminium, following threaded light through darkening skies.
Added @ 08:56 AM on January 04, 2001
++
Unfurl the wings of thought, and fly.
Added @ 12:32 PM on December 28, 2000
++
Word soup: crunchy consonants and susurrating sibilants melted into velvet vowels.
Added @ 12:17 PM on December 28, 2000
++
Outside, melting snow crystals. Inside, melting thoughts.
Added @ 12:15 PM on December 28, 2000
++
Life is diversity. Existence is change.
Added @ 12:54 PM on December 13, 2000
++
Clouds move,
reeds shake,
wind howls:
bones quake
Added @ 12:52 PM on December 13, 2000
++
The most poignant of thoughts are incommunicable.
Added @ 02:34 PM on December 11, 2000
++
I like the cold and the spider-crazed tree line, and the sprinkle of breath crystals tumbling through the air.
Added @ 06:57 PM on December 07, 2000
++
Memory in stones
and pattern of scatter.
Memory in loam
of bugs forced passage.
Memory in sand
of striation of waves.
Memory in wind
of each breath exhaled.
Added @ 06:48 PM on December 07, 2000
++
Thoughts razored across the mirror.
Added @ 11:03 PM on December 04, 2000
++
Liquid light transformed vision: tracered when it moved.
Added @ 11:01 PM on December 04, 2000
++
Music punctuates the mind.
Added @ 05:11 PM on December 03, 2000
++
Mind dissolved;
dropped into ocean
of mind.
Expanding doppler
of thought radiation.
Senses embracing
hot immolation
and blind.
Added @ 11:52 AM on December 03, 2000
++
Love is the drug that I'm thinking of.
Added @ 06:30 PM on November 22, 2000
++
Something in sunlight; silver, spelter-skelter cascade. Spine-shiver sliver-spill: soak eyes, transmit brainwise.
Added @ 11:35 PM on October 26, 2000
++
This sentence incomplete.
Added @ 10:05 PM on October 11, 2000
++
Directly apprehending another intelligence can be the most striking of experiences.
Added @ 09:56 PM on October 11, 2000
++
Existence is a constantly unfolding process.
Added @ 07:08 PM on October 10, 2000
++
We wear negative emotions like borrowed clothes, huddling into them. Calm comes from throwing off the layers and soaking up the sun.
Added @ 07:07 PM on October 10, 2000
++
Wind blasts shivers into spine, pecked by angry raindrops. Sky blisters white shine: tears rifts in roiling welter. Spray skips up and dances, joins arms and puddles.
Added @ 07:07 PM on October 10, 2000
++
Mind is strengthened through usage.
Added @ 07:09 PM on September 22, 2000
++
Closed-mindedness is born out of fear. We are all taught how to mistrust.
Added @ 06:41 PM on September 22, 2000
++
Now is the moment.
Added @ 06:33 PM on September 22, 2000
++
Ice shards inside,
threads swirling outside.
Pick and follow,
moving with the flow.
Added @ 06:49 PM on September 20, 2000
++
If words could describe feelings, then feelings would be unnecessary.
Added @ 07:00 PM on September 19, 2000
++
This page is under deconstruction.
Added @ 08:03 PM on September 14, 2000
++
Inaction is as effective as action, in the right context.
Added @ 07:57 PM on September 14, 2000
++
Under plastic sky, tall buildings loom over manufactured trees. This robot mind was not wired to notice, this robot heart to care.
Added @ 07:54 PM on September 14, 2000
++
In life, if one acts with integrity then nothing else matters.
Added @ 05:17 PM on August 29, 2000
++
The mystery of being alive cannot be catalogued.
Added @ 11:07 AM on August 27, 2000
++
To deny that love can exist is to deny that hatred can exist, or sorrow, or anger or joy: a fatuous and impoverishing lie.
Added @ 11:07 AM on August 27, 2000
++
Love is the seedling which breaks the concrete road: unconquerably strong, yet too easy to step on.
Added @ 11:06 AM on August 27, 2000
++
Love is like a virus: if you have not been exposed, you cannot catch it.
Added @ 11:05 AM on August 27, 2000
++
Emotional osmosis. Mind meld by degree.
Added @ 10:08 AM on August 22, 2000
++
A cacophony of cockerels disturbs the dawn, under mounting pressure from the cicadas.
Added @ 09:02 AM on August 22, 2000
++
This post is out of service ...
Added @ 06:53 PM on August 20, 2000
++
The brain keeps writing promises, which the body will never keep.
Added @ 07:44 PM on August 16, 2000
++
The salt dance of neurons.
Added @ 07:44 PM on August 16, 2000
++
The sweet tang of time.
Added @ 07:44 PM on August 16, 2000
++
Memory invades fact with bristling armies of emotion. The walls are down, and fire rages in the city.
Added @ 07:41 PM on August 16, 2000
++
The only positive purposes in life are to learn and to love. Any activity which does not contribute to these is either directly counterproductive, or at best neutral.
Added @ 04:36 PM on August 04, 2000
++
Dealing with negative emotions is as simple, and as difficult, as letting them go.
Added @ 06:10 PM on August 02, 2000
++
Life is too short: say no to guns.
Added @ 06:04 PM on August 02, 2000
++
Who a person fundamentally is cannot always be determined by their purposeful actions, but only by the subtlest involuntary, behavioural cues: purpose is shaped by circumstance as often as character.
Added @ 08:05 PM on July 31, 2000
++
Entropy circumscribes our possibilities as corporeal beings. Information can be transferred, and hence outsteps our limits.
Added @ 08:26 PM on July 27, 2000
++
A mind is a fine thing to taste.
Added @ 08:25 PM on July 27, 2000
++
Some days thoughts are not there for thinking. Some days gold dust remains in the pan.
Added @ 12:07 PM on July 22, 2000
++
Art is the icebreaker of progressive thinking.
Added @ 07:06 AM on July 22, 2000
++
If properly aligned, a vast number of miniscule needle points should be indistinguishable in texture from a pane of glass.
Added @ 06:25 PM on July 17, 2000
++
Perhaps darkness contains the seeds of its own destruction, in internecine disputes.
Added @ 06:07 PM on July 13, 2000
++
We are all incomprehensible, except to ourselves.
Added @ 05:47 PM on July 03, 2000
++
Beauty is adjacent to character for those who have eyes to see it.
Added @ 08:07 PM on June 29, 2000
++
We are part of the lonely generation. We have elevated our sense of self worth such that it eclipses our sense of others worth.
Added @ 08:01 PM on June 29, 2000
++
Existence is illusory. Touch the screen if you are real.
Added @ 07:39 AM on June 27, 2000
++
if art mirrors reality, then what mirrors art?
Added @ 08:15 PM on June 22, 2000
++
Nothing exists, and everything exists. Lines drawn in the sand are erased by the wind ...
Added @ 06:12 PM on June 20, 2000
++
Infinity is like a circle: each journey returns to its beginning.
Added @ 06:11 PM on June 20, 2000
++
I am simultaneously a mirror for that which is around me, and mirrored by that which is around me.
Added @ 06:09 PM on June 20, 2000
++
Electromagnetic ripples will spiral outwards from this communication into space. If you are reading this in space, do not be alarmed: gravity only gets you down ...
Added @ 04:16 PM on June 17, 2000
++
A relaxed consciousness is like a calm, clear pool. Relaxation is not an action taken, but a release of tension: allowing its ripples to spread and gently dissipate.
Added @ 04:09 PM on June 17, 2000
Awaiting sleep, 'til light infects the curtains with it's pallor.
Added @ 03:00 AM on August 30, 2006
++
Do I mind? Doesn't matter.
Added @ 08:38 AM on August 24, 2006
++
So steep the fall,
so slippery.
So high the wall
that's holding me.
Added @ 02:05 PM on July 28, 2003
++
Dug in the hindbrain of thought, deconceptualised. Ideas creep, organic, through the mulch.
Added @ 03:21 PM on July 12, 2003
++
Tree-topped,
a drop of
chlorophylliac
sunlight dripped
betwixt the eyes.
Added @ 12:16 AM on July 10, 2003
++
Fighting fire with fire will only increase the burning.
Added @ 01:29 PM on June 12, 2003
++
Truth is that quality of which we spend our lives in denial.
Added @ 03:26 PM on May 24, 2003
++
Hatred only succeeds because we are all conditioned to believe that love is somehow embarassing.
Added @ 02:01 PM on May 19, 2003
++
Bureaucracy is reified democracy.
Added @ 02:06 PM on April 30, 2003
++
The brain is a sponge: it soaks and it soaks and then randomly regurgitates when squeezed.
Added @ 10:43 PM on April 24, 2003
++
Words are like weapons: the important part is what you load them with and where you point them.
Added @ 04:01 PM on April 22, 2003
++
Sleep stains on the back of the eyelids.
Added @ 05:58 PM on April 15, 2003
++
Slipped twixt intention and doubt: opportunity.
Added @ 09:21 AM on April 08, 2003
++
Words beyond recall:
thought pebbles flung
into calm, clear pool.
Added @ 05:49 PM on April 02, 2003
++
Muffled in the swirl and dazzle of flakes. Ears crisped, with long strides squeaking snow balloons underfoot. Trees are transformed into giant laceworks, whilst the streets assume unfamiliar curves.
Added @ 06:21 PM on February 05, 2003
++
Trapped struggling in amber, these words cannot bite.
Added @ 02:51 PM on October 30, 2002
++
Suns dying breath embers
sky in autumn glow,
sending bone chill to
seek out marrow.
Added @ 02:50 PM on October 25, 2002
++
Dropped syllables from the scansion of night litter the ground in soft darkness.
Added @ 02:48 PM on October 21, 2002
++
In the out phase
of sleep, twisting
threads of things into
things of threads
unravelling ...
Added @ 02:47 PM on October 15, 2002
++
Drift light in passing,
spinning motes of dust
just so ...
Added @ 02:46 PM on October 12, 2002
++
Slink back, relax.
Melt slow brain over naked
flame, and remain.
Added @ 02:45 PM on September 17, 2002
++
Seek light, when darkness fails.
Added @ 02:43 PM on September 11, 2002
++
Curled around sun, sleeping. Stretched out spine kinks on grass, dreaming wispy clouds. Blood-filtered light seeps through eyelids, mazing meandering mind.
Added @ 02:42 PM on August 13, 2002
++
Thoughts won't come when bid. The tap runs dry, then spits out sudden flood.
Added @ 02:42 PM on July 30, 2002
++
Tarmac. Dust and oil coated, with odd clogged scraps. Pigeon pecked and trampled. Soaked, dried and tyre-rolled. Inured.
Added @ 02:40 PM on July 25, 2002
++
Flung thoughts strike pebbles,
splashing out ripples to lap
at exotic shores.
Added @ 02:40 PM on July 20, 2002
++
Midst the skelter of perceptions, a solid point: your smile
Added @ 02:39 PM on July 15, 2002
++
That which can be defined in words, does not exist.
Added @ 02:38 PM on July 13, 2002
++
Behind a scrunched desk
in the Ministry of Words
sits a yellowed man,
tallying cliches.
Added @ 02:37 PM on July 12, 2002
++
Passing time whilst the neap tide eddies idly, awaiting the oncoming bore.
Added @ 02:35 PM on July 08, 2002
++
Bittersleep, sweet
nothing envelopes
restless mind.
Added @ 02:25 PM on July 06, 2002
++
Experiencing temporary signal loss. Transmission will resume once frequency is regained.
Added @ 02:19 PM on May 06, 2002
++
Words come brittle, like bones of dead thoughts.
Added @ 02:18 PM on April 07, 2002
++
The blanket of this network is a patchwork affair: conflicting ideas, unevenly interwoven.
Added @ 02:17 PM on March 07, 2002
++
Mind, melting in
music, fusing to rhythm:
dilated, sublime.
Added @ 02:16 PM on February 25, 2002
++
The mind is a miasma of if, when and why.
Added @ 02:13 PM on February 16, 2002
++
When the clouds spit down
lightning, scraping thunder
from the ruin, and cannons
crack despairing city walls,
treason whispers quiet belief.
Added @ 03:31 PM on February 09, 2002
++
If life is a glorious adventure, then surely death is coming home.
Added @ 07:40 PM on February 07, 2002
++
Coiled in repose,
with spring all sprung
and bloody nose.
Added @ 09:33 AM on February 06, 2002
++
Power is a glamour, dazzling the senses like a cheap conjurors trick.
Added @ 10:02 AM on January 25, 2002
++
Life is a yearning to become.
Added @ 09:11 AM on January 24, 2002
++
Even in the games of shadows, light has its part to play.
Added @ 12:03 PM on December 17, 2001
++
We see little pieces. Like smoke blown through a two-dimensional slice of sunlight, the pattern of the whole is not obvious.
Added @ 03:49 PM on December 11, 2001
++
A skirling wind rattles branches, as the sun dips into twilight.
Added @ 11:05 AM on December 08, 2001
++
Hype != substance.
Added @ 05:27 PM on December 05, 2001
++
A mind is like a cartful of opinions. Unloading spare baggage can aid speed and agility.
Added @ 05:46 PM on November 30, 2001
++
Faith dreams mountains.
Added @ 07:23 PM on November 28, 2001
++
Flame-gathered, scouring the flicker for a spark.
Added @ 03:32 PM on November 23, 2001
++
Sweet sooth, salt and subtle.
Added @ 01:28 AM on November 22, 2001
++
The perfect poem:
one word dropped into a pool
of silent context.
Added @ 06:52 PM on November 06, 2001
++
Evolution, not dissolution.
Added @ 08:35 PM on September 09, 2001
++
We are all somewhat occluded.
Added @ 11:25 AM on September 08, 2001
++
Reality is like an iceberg: nine tenths is below the surface.
Added @ 07:37 PM on September 01, 2001
++
To change, and stay the same.
Added @ 08:54 PM on August 29, 2001
++
Could we coalesce?
Added @ 09:12 AM on August 29, 2001
++
If you can read this, you're probably too close to the screen.
Added @ 06:15 PM on August 28, 2001
++
The intersection of ideas creates additional information.
Added @ 01:22 PM on August 27, 2001
++
The intersection of minds creates additional intelligence.
Added @ 01:20 PM on August 27, 2001
++
Co-operation is more efficient than competition.
Added @ 09:05 AM on August 27, 2001
++
Dance, dance. Declassify yourself.
Added @ 12:42 PM on August 26, 2001
++
Where and what you have been, does not predict where you will go.
Added @ 12:02 AM on August 26, 2001
++
The dreaming mind retreats and I awaken.
Added @ 11:37 AM on August 25, 2001
++
Culture is addictive.
Added @ 10:19 PM on August 24, 2001
++
Victory is fleeting. Peace is divine.
Added @ 12:56 AM on June 07, 2001
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This hunger for expression, enflamed in artistic outpourings or dampened in exhaustive intoxications ... what drives this vehicle of emotion and need?
Added @ 08:53 PM on May 24, 2001
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Inertia invades the vacant mind.
Added @ 07:47 PM on May 18, 2001
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See this old wall, bricks weathered into faces and places: a mad, magic map of the memory of years.
Added @ 03:45 PM on May 15, 2001
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Periods of integration are often preceded and followed by periods of disintegration.
Added @ 05:28 PM on May 11, 2001
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With cold hugging scalps like a mint shiver hairwash, we wait in the gathering light for the day.
Added @ 02:18 AM on April 22, 2001
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Consciousness sleeping in silicon, steeped in electronic dreams.
Added @ 08:49 AM on April 19, 2001
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Send me down the cold wire to that place of warm light.
Added @ 07:11 PM on April 18, 2001
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The recycling mind sends and retrieves these refinements of refinements of thoughts.
Added @ 05:36 PM on March 28, 2001
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Unleash: the potential is within.
Added @ 07:34 PM on March 15, 2001
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Everything explodes in sunlight. As big, warm colours shiver down spine, mind cracks the last shards of ice, steaming gently into day.
Added @ 04:44 PM on March 12, 2001
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The things we can see and taste and touch are not the whole picture. The important things are invisible to the eye.
Added @ 01:06 PM on March 10, 2001
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Mind flowers opening catch sunlight and spill. Mind leaves curl up stem and out branches. Mind roots stretch comfortable down in earth. Mind fruit lies dormant awaiting birth.
Added @ 12:57 AM on March 06, 2001
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Snow flurry, scurry, stinging eyes and cheeks with biting sleet.
Added @ 09:15 AM on March 01, 2001
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We are all striving to be, in a universe which isn't.
That which we become, the universe becomes imperceptibly.
Added @ 01:39 PM on February 22, 2001
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Communication is osmosis of the mind.
Added @ 06:28 PM on February 20, 2001
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Burn like a bonfire in everything you do.
Added @ 05:57 PM on February 20, 2001
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Why should we not evaluate and seek to change our society to something more amenable to us all?
Added @ 07:24 PM on February 18, 2001
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Pain is relative.
Added @ 04:10 PM on February 12, 2001
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Sorrow is a reasonable emotional response. Fold up your sorrow and keep it in a close pocket, against the wind.
Added @ 04:03 PM on February 12, 2001
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There is no scientific evidence of love. The dance of the brain cannot be choreographed. There are no maps for feeling.
Added @ 05:35 PM on February 10, 2001
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Eye contact is evocative: there is a language of the eyes. The darting move; the widening pupil; the shaping of lids and brow all speak volumes in a language we cannot vocalise.
Added @ 10:52 PM on February 05, 2001
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Hard questions cry out for soft answers.
Added @ 11:01 AM on February 04, 2001
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Mind is a network; connecting this thing to that thing, to this thing to that.
Added @ 07:43 PM on February 01, 2001
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Accepting the cold, I cease to feel it so.
Added @ 07:17 PM on February 01, 2001
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Nightfall: ice squeaks over puddles and mist curls under doorways. There is a particularity to the night which is dazzled by day.
Added @ 05:38 PM on February 01, 2001
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Fast and noisy like a rocket schoonering around the tracks like a crazy deranged steam-boat of a thing with big wheels like a spinning propellor whizzing round in circles and shooting off sparks like a catherine wheel on fire with great gouts of smoke roaring out of the chimney fast and noisy like the first train.
Added @ 07:26 PM on January 30, 2001
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Cooking smells: crushed cloves, cumin and cardamoms, laced with star anise; then fresh-chopped garlic and coriander, lingering on the fingers.
Added @ 07:02 PM on January 29, 2001
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Stars punch holes in the night, bleeding in light.
Added @ 12:13 AM on January 29, 2001
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Face into the snow: flakes blinding, stinging cheeks. Breathe into the night: crystal clouds infusing the blizzard. Spread your arms to the sky: outstretching awe at the rarity of existence.
Added @ 09:30 PM on January 27, 2001
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My love is a cold fire:
it burns my soul to ice on a raging pyre.
My love is a dark light:
accustomising eyes to the gloom of the night.
Added @ 06:49 PM on January 25, 2001
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Positivity costs nothing but pays for everything.
Added @ 05:46 PM on January 22, 2001
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Looking for the simplest way to express a particular thought, I often lose it. The lowest common denominator is a smile.
Added @ 05:44 PM on January 22, 2001
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I
cannot write this
silence
into a eulogy.
Added @ 11:41 AM on January 19, 2001
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The frost chill snapping finger bones, while white gulls frolic cartwheels 'cross the sky.
Added @ 09:20 AM on January 18, 2001
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Imagine, if all minds were but folds in the blanket of consciousness.
Added @ 06:38 PM on January 16, 2001
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Almost anything is easier whilst relaxed.
Added @ 11:54 PM on January 15, 2001
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For we have fed on wind-snatched tears, dispensing cruelty with kind eyes.
Added @ 08:09 PM on January 11, 2001
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Thought, like water,
finds its level;
or air flows, moving
over heat/pressure fields.
Mind, like river dancer,
flicks fragile craft
through jaws of rapids,
in endless quest for sea.
Added @ 10:39 AM on January 11, 2001
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Self is illusion.
Added @ 08:58 AM on January 04, 2001
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Calm like aluminium, following threaded light through darkening skies.
Added @ 08:56 AM on January 04, 2001
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Unfurl the wings of thought, and fly.
Added @ 12:32 PM on December 28, 2000
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Word soup: crunchy consonants and susurrating sibilants melted into velvet vowels.
Added @ 12:17 PM on December 28, 2000
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Outside, melting snow crystals. Inside, melting thoughts.
Added @ 12:15 PM on December 28, 2000
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Life is diversity. Existence is change.
Added @ 12:54 PM on December 13, 2000
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Clouds move,
reeds shake,
wind howls:
bones quake
Added @ 12:52 PM on December 13, 2000
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The most poignant of thoughts are incommunicable.
Added @ 02:34 PM on December 11, 2000
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I like the cold and the spider-crazed tree line, and the sprinkle of breath crystals tumbling through the air.
Added @ 06:57 PM on December 07, 2000
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Memory in stones
and pattern of scatter.
Memory in loam
of bugs forced passage.
Memory in sand
of striation of waves.
Memory in wind
of each breath exhaled.
Added @ 06:48 PM on December 07, 2000
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Thoughts razored across the mirror.
Added @ 11:03 PM on December 04, 2000
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Liquid light transformed vision: tracered when it moved.
Added @ 11:01 PM on December 04, 2000
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Music punctuates the mind.
Added @ 05:11 PM on December 03, 2000
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Mind dissolved;
dropped into ocean
of mind.
Expanding doppler
of thought radiation.
Senses embracing
hot immolation
and blind.
Added @ 11:52 AM on December 03, 2000
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Love is the drug that I'm thinking of.
Added @ 06:30 PM on November 22, 2000
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Something in sunlight; silver, spelter-skelter cascade. Spine-shiver sliver-spill: soak eyes, transmit brainwise.
Added @ 11:35 PM on October 26, 2000
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This sentence incomplete.
Added @ 10:05 PM on October 11, 2000
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Directly apprehending another intelligence can be the most striking of experiences.
Added @ 09:56 PM on October 11, 2000
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Existence is a constantly unfolding process.
Added @ 07:08 PM on October 10, 2000
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We wear negative emotions like borrowed clothes, huddling into them. Calm comes from throwing off the layers and soaking up the sun.
Added @ 07:07 PM on October 10, 2000
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Wind blasts shivers into spine, pecked by angry raindrops. Sky blisters white shine: tears rifts in roiling welter. Spray skips up and dances, joins arms and puddles.
Added @ 07:07 PM on October 10, 2000
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Mind is strengthened through usage.
Added @ 07:09 PM on September 22, 2000
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Closed-mindedness is born out of fear. We are all taught how to mistrust.
Added @ 06:41 PM on September 22, 2000
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Now is the moment.
Added @ 06:33 PM on September 22, 2000
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Ice shards inside,
threads swirling outside.
Pick and follow,
moving with the flow.
Added @ 06:49 PM on September 20, 2000
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If words could describe feelings, then feelings would be unnecessary.
Added @ 07:00 PM on September 19, 2000
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This page is under deconstruction.
Added @ 08:03 PM on September 14, 2000
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Inaction is as effective as action, in the right context.
Added @ 07:57 PM on September 14, 2000
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Under plastic sky, tall buildings loom over manufactured trees. This robot mind was not wired to notice, this robot heart to care.
Added @ 07:54 PM on September 14, 2000
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In life, if one acts with integrity then nothing else matters.
Added @ 05:17 PM on August 29, 2000
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The mystery of being alive cannot be catalogued.
Added @ 11:07 AM on August 27, 2000
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To deny that love can exist is to deny that hatred can exist, or sorrow, or anger or joy: a fatuous and impoverishing lie.
Added @ 11:07 AM on August 27, 2000
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Love is the seedling which breaks the concrete road: unconquerably strong, yet too easy to step on.
Added @ 11:06 AM on August 27, 2000
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Love is like a virus: if you have not been exposed, you cannot catch it.
Added @ 11:05 AM on August 27, 2000
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Emotional osmosis. Mind meld by degree.
Added @ 10:08 AM on August 22, 2000
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A cacophony of cockerels disturbs the dawn, under mounting pressure from the cicadas.
Added @ 09:02 AM on August 22, 2000
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This post is out of service ...
Added @ 06:53 PM on August 20, 2000
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The brain keeps writing promises, which the body will never keep.
Added @ 07:44 PM on August 16, 2000
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The salt dance of neurons.
Added @ 07:44 PM on August 16, 2000
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The sweet tang of time.
Added @ 07:44 PM on August 16, 2000
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Memory invades fact with bristling armies of emotion. The walls are down, and fire rages in the city.
Added @ 07:41 PM on August 16, 2000
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The only positive purposes in life are to learn and to love. Any activity which does not contribute to these is either directly counterproductive, or at best neutral.
Added @ 04:36 PM on August 04, 2000
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Dealing with negative emotions is as simple, and as difficult, as letting them go.
Added @ 06:10 PM on August 02, 2000
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Life is too short: say no to guns.
Added @ 06:04 PM on August 02, 2000
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Who a person fundamentally is cannot always be determined by their purposeful actions, but only by the subtlest involuntary, behavioural cues: purpose is shaped by circumstance as often as character.
Added @ 08:05 PM on July 31, 2000
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Entropy circumscribes our possibilities as corporeal beings. Information can be transferred, and hence outsteps our limits.
Added @ 08:26 PM on July 27, 2000
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A mind is a fine thing to taste.
Added @ 08:25 PM on July 27, 2000
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Some days thoughts are not there for thinking. Some days gold dust remains in the pan.
Added @ 12:07 PM on July 22, 2000
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Art is the icebreaker of progressive thinking.
Added @ 07:06 AM on July 22, 2000
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If properly aligned, a vast number of miniscule needle points should be indistinguishable in texture from a pane of glass.
Added @ 06:25 PM on July 17, 2000
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Perhaps darkness contains the seeds of its own destruction, in internecine disputes.
Added @ 06:07 PM on July 13, 2000
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We are all incomprehensible, except to ourselves.
Added @ 05:47 PM on July 03, 2000
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Beauty is adjacent to character for those who have eyes to see it.
Added @ 08:07 PM on June 29, 2000
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We are part of the lonely generation. We have elevated our sense of self worth such that it eclipses our sense of others worth.
Added @ 08:01 PM on June 29, 2000
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Existence is illusory. Touch the screen if you are real.
Added @ 07:39 AM on June 27, 2000
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if art mirrors reality, then what mirrors art?
Added @ 08:15 PM on June 22, 2000
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Nothing exists, and everything exists. Lines drawn in the sand are erased by the wind ...
Added @ 06:12 PM on June 20, 2000
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Infinity is like a circle: each journey returns to its beginning.
Added @ 06:11 PM on June 20, 2000
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I am simultaneously a mirror for that which is around me, and mirrored by that which is around me.
Added @ 06:09 PM on June 20, 2000
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Electromagnetic ripples will spiral outwards from this communication into space. If you are reading this in space, do not be alarmed: gravity only gets you down ...
Added @ 04:16 PM on June 17, 2000
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A relaxed consciousness is like a calm, clear pool. Relaxation is not an action taken, but a release of tension: allowing its ripples to spread and gently dissipate.
Added @ 04:09 PM on June 17, 2000