Monday, March 29, 2004
Swimming
Times gone past
images still remain
so many we have lost
and so many gained.
Nothing is forever
though it seems some are
All will burn to the ground
like a summertime flower.
People we meet
and memories we share
washed away by time
like the crisp mountain air.
What things we hoped for
where today we stand
still chasing that light
till life comes to an end.
I am weak
I cannot bear a mild chill
the comforts of life
have weakened my will.
I have to swim today
because I have dared to dive
I have to swim today
to stay alive
I will swim today
not sink and die
I will swim today
under warm, beautiful skies.
-Mike T., Lost to Eternity, March 2004.
Monday, March 22, 2004
Acid Rain
Acid rain. I've heard it is caused by pollutants in the air as they mix with falling rain. What would happen if acid rain dropped acid of really low pH (i.e., acid that can burn your ass off) ??
Just imagine, you'd be walking home from work on a dreary tuesday evening, cursing the rain, when you smell a funny, sulfurous, plastic-burning odor. You realize its your brolly thats melting, and look up to see what the hell is going on. And bang!! before you know it, your left eye hurts like its been poked by something sharp. The pain is intense, so you fall to the ground, crouching on your knees, holding your face and screaming, while the acid rain quickly burns large holes through your raincoat and reaches the skin on your back. You pass out because of the excruciating pain, never to wake up.
No more dreary Tuesday evenings for you. Thanks to acid rain.
Just imagine, you'd be walking home from work on a dreary tuesday evening, cursing the rain, when you smell a funny, sulfurous, plastic-burning odor. You realize its your brolly thats melting, and look up to see what the hell is going on. And bang!! before you know it, your left eye hurts like its been poked by something sharp. The pain is intense, so you fall to the ground, crouching on your knees, holding your face and screaming, while the acid rain quickly burns large holes through your raincoat and reaches the skin on your back. You pass out because of the excruciating pain, never to wake up.
No more dreary Tuesday evenings for you. Thanks to acid rain.
Saturday, March 20, 2004
circle
What I imagined to be a circle turned out to be a spiral. A spiral in time and mental state in which we come back again and again to states that give us a frightening sense of deja vu. Sometimes we want to reach out and touch the other arm of the spiral. So tantalizingly near. And other times, we just wish we would move on, quickly away and outward from this place.
It's a three dimensional spiral though, jumping up and falling down when looked at in a profile view. That is why sometimes, we have only the vaguest sense that we have been in a similar situation, but we really dont care. It's because we cant see clearly that we have been here. Or somewhere near here.
The spiral goes on forever, snaking outward from the center, till all that we can see when we look back is a nebulous pit that ignites a dim memory.
It's a three dimensional spiral though, jumping up and falling down when looked at in a profile view. That is why sometimes, we have only the vaguest sense that we have been in a similar situation, but we really dont care. It's because we cant see clearly that we have been here. Or somewhere near here.
The spiral goes on forever, snaking outward from the center, till all that we can see when we look back is a nebulous pit that ignites a dim memory.
Monday, March 15, 2004
Twilight
The evening sun falls
through deep blue walls
of phantom clouds.
Burning through the furrows,
as the day narrows
into the endless night.
There's a chill in the air,
a feeling we both share,
Blind my eyes, strangle my cries,
I find no comfort
in weary old skies.
Murky twilight,
what is it you conceal?
friend or foe?
or a flight to the surreal?
my will is steady,
I long to go;
vengeful twilight
you shall tempt me no more.
-Mike "the madman" Thapa, Twilight, 2004
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