What-ifs.  I could have.  I should have.  I would have.

Other Things

Its not that I prefer poems to other forms of written expression.

But I'm pretty sure God invented everything in a poem.

A single poem.  That described everything.

And ended up being everything.  

You know?

Its good to look at a blank sheet of paper.  Like a blank slate.  Like a baby if you will.  You can almost visibly see the possibilities.  But that which brings excitement and wonder also brings upon the self grief.  For as you look into this endless possibility you can see the possibility of that which is not good.  The optimist will look and see a promising future.  The pessimist will look and see a possibility of wrong-doing.  Consider them as a lesson for the self as what not to do.  To ignore either part of the possibility is false.  Acceptance is key.  The acceptance allows the self to adequately attend to the wrong-doing without extending and enhancing it.

People act as they do for reasons we know but can not remember.

Welcome to Anderson

I'm about to put forth a couple works of mine; the first one is old as hell and the second is from off the top of my head.

Enjoy bitches.

AGE

men shout; women scream

worry, worry, worry

children pout; no ice cream

surely, surely, surely

blind doubt; what it seems

blurry, blurry, blurry

The Prophetic Writings of Kilos Capitone Juneyer III

Amidst the smoke and mirrors I can see a reflection of myself.  

It's not what you think but what they think of your self.

But is it really there or are they just a memory?

Thinking to myself its time to make another.

Thinking to his self the man was consumed.

The woman in the distance shouts a bitter song.

It's not what I think but how it is described by others.

The stuff about things is unresolved by those in charge.

The grass reminds me of a slower time of infinite motion.

It's not my loss of sound that can't be heard nor sung.

The bird singing seems to me to be a sweet melody

Of nothingness, Losing in this day of material bliss.

Dancing I feel the particles of space-time.

Eons of Millennia pass by without notice by us.

It's not improbable to become what is thought impossible.

Must we explain how we became entranced by all who came?

possible explanations coming soon?