Feeling old-

"(We) never cease to stand like curious children before the great mystery into which we were born." Albert Einstein's letter to Otto Juliusburger

I am a "plan B" kind of man...

indeed

Morning's After

I am a mad admirer
Of fire and of sky
But in between I crumble

Aroung these parts... or so

Around these parts
People walk, nowhere to go
I don’t mind
At least it’s moving

Go easy

Around these parts
You never know where you stand, how tall
I don’t mind
At least it's showing

Go easy
Make it through
Go easy

I won’t guess
There’s little you can do in the end
I don’t mind
At least I’m watching

Beware
Nothing is quite right
Take care
Go easy on it

Around these parts
True rebellion
Is living happy

guily pleasures

I sometimes take an e-moment
to check if anyone has commented on this blog
i find pleasure in the million times
I have looked to find no-one cares

often

before I write another obsolete little verse
I take a minute to relax
sit on the floor, barefoot
and focus on my breathing
study my movements like a blueprint
see me from afar

i assume

the words will fall from †he highest end of the table
and what will reach the low will only be static

Thing 1

Walking away I rejoice in the hands
Tuning it up, ahead with the band
Final days fill old sacks
It's good, good to be back

i dig

Stealin’ a tusk from an elephant must make one feel creepy inside.
And although you’ll boast around the fire at night . . .
That ghost will kick up a fight.
“Be gone? Be gone?”, you scream . . .
You’re just some elephant dream . . .
I needed you like you needed me . . .
People, they need piano keys.
.jim james

how to say

how can a poor mind describe
the way time passes by
how can i reflect the change
i assume, i maintain