simon says,
singly, the mind dictates.

wants,
more clarity
more empathy
a little more kindness
the ability to understand instantly


friends
eric terald billieanne celsa
chelle shuping alphonsus yiru

clicks
john
paul
george
ringo


light on glass

as the dying of the light,
married the merit of glass.

so i see the event,
flickering
with the reluctance of weary men.

as i viewed the fire through the glass
i pondered,
was it,
looking at me,
too.

:ong.ht:



hong tat said,
and it shall be remembered.



Karenel Studios





without malice, i speak


| Friday, December 31, 2004

smell of time past

so superbly it crept up
the smell of morning coffee
the burning of the grounds,
the familiar looks
shot by the acquainted.

the unacquainted
just bodies that
have not been appearing
oft enough

and it is gone;
time past
and we wonder
when will it be me.



::::::greatness slips us by::::::