they say
that fortune favours the bold
that quiet courage wins wars
but that only love can conquer all
I’m told
pride comes before a fall that the
harder they come the louder they
bawl
I tell you
that death lurks right there in
your living room where vicarious
thrills are no thrill at all
someone once
told me that life is a dream so
where does that leave me? am I the dreamer? or am I merely the dream?
woody was an artist
he stole his supplies from
the council depot he said he
knew the score he sketched it out for
me with red paint and an old tooth brush he said life was bloody as was death and that the old world had to die to make room for the new I asked him what the new world would be
like “like new” he answered and walked away knowingly woody was heavily charismatic he’d never been called an arsehole
when he’d gone I took the opportunity to scope out his latest
work it was a murderous apocalypse
of a painting it was still
wet and I got some red on my
fingers I left my incriminating
prints all over the death of the old world or was it the birth of the new? I was a criminal in the both worlds it seemed this and the next
*painting by Picasso
can I just say I own this
space? I own this space and the spaces between the spaces between that’s of little consequence in the grand schemata but it butters my scones just the same
can I just tell you I
own this day? I own this day and the days between the days between not that it really affects anything or anyone beyond the scope of my own dharma
can I just add I own this name? I own this name and the other names that I have been stretching out into infinity but that’s old news of no interest to anyone let alone me
they say the good outweighs the
bad I
hope that’s so because
everywhere I look I see horror and brutality pathos and hopelessness hatred
and stupidity but somehow I see
beauty in it all I’ve
witnessed the power of the human spirit I have received the kindness of
strangers I have
seen love triumph over despair I sense
something deeper than the endless cycle of human miseries and despite the blood the tears the anguish and
pain I
love it all just the same
