Thursday, August 25, 2011

Aphorisms VI (30)

((VI))


aphorisms: those words that rein you in when you're in danger of making an ass of yourself.

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down lexington, we moved like ripe mornings toward altruistic cafe.

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profanity is overrated and the new language of the intelligent and ignorant; how crass!

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never fully aware of the volume of eyes glued to your life and words.

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space junket baby...space junket.

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one of the times i most respected myself was when I could admit: I don't know everything and never will...and its alright with me.


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no one picks a book up anymore-each person heading toward purchasing the next best iPad or such.

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i often wonder if we're heading to a world like Farenheit 451?

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when i look around reality today; i wonder if what i'm seeing was painted by Salvador Dali.

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i reach toward what seems furtherest from me in order to move from whats comfortable.

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and they accused me of wanting to be more than i am now...and they were right.

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i'm not content to remain a half-full glass.

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i can't be content to remain a completely full glass.

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beaver-switches and leaden dams are the portion of idiots and those afraid.

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Hasenpfeffer: whooo! what an interesting word.

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their minds, cavorting whipporwills.

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the story-line of our lives-often meandering deviations that never seem to make sense but comes together at the end.

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its not up to me to interpret my story (life).


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with all the babbling...honey, hush!


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even now, i have to tell myself: GET OVER YOURSELF!



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i love myself, but i love myself with caution...i know selfishness lurks.


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no one takes the time to search for understanding anymore.


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you dont have to force yourself to be simple.


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it takes too much work to be complex.


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its a dangerous thing to give what you yourself do not possess.


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what seest thou?


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with un-tired, and unobstructed eyes; I see beyond now and tomorrow.


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each thought attracts an experience? good gosh! What have I been thinking?

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thinking :: the lost child of silence.


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...realized, my life talks entirely TOO much nonsense.





©2011







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