and the toad said

To the sun I said caress me for I am a sea of troubles.  It is now evident that breathing softly can take the place of sleep... to sleep, to dream, no more; Or at least not now, for there are far more pressing issues at hand.  Such as watching a convoluted line dissipate into a single simple island, a point of not so distant torment.  HOLD THE LINE!  The line is gone, not even crossed, gone.  That line where the sun seemingly lays atop the ocean kissing it softly, repeatedly, until the moon arrives.  What an outrageous fortune bestowed upon not just the sun but the moon as well.   To relinquish the sea to another is no simple burden.  Is there a mutual cognizance or is ignorance the theme of this cycle?  When one sleeps the other rejoices but is it by sleep we say to end the heartache?  Sleep is a torment.  Sleep is separation.  Sleep is not seeing the sea.  A fate at times shared by both the sun and the moon.  But now we dream and what dreams may come of such things? 

The slow steady rise and fall of a sweat glistened chest analogous to the sea nudging the shore with it's gentle waves.  Conflicted is the sea.  Now it must make time for all three suitors. The shore would proclaim that it has the longest history with the sea, after all they have for some time shared a shifting and often obstreperous relation. However, the moon's reflection is of sheer beauty on the dancing waves of the ocean below.  The riddle is which is more beautiful?  There is beauty in all things.  However, the moon would never admit that the beauty of it's reflection surpasses it's own.  Now we come to the sun.  What can the sun provide but warmth?  Is that even really that important?    After all the sea is mighty and can easily sustain it's self in the most Arctic of conditions.  In an effort to maintain such a natural and comforting embrace a lasting impression must be made.  The sun set.  It marks the end of the time the sun will spend with the sea but in that one brief moment it is more than enough to take the breath from any who witness it.  A gentle yet passionate embrace, a farewell that is destined to be repeated for as long as the ocean and sun exist.

The thoughts in my head between the hours of 1 & 2pm Thursday, December 1st.

Historically speaking, violence has resolved more conflicts than two rational individuals sitting in a room calmly discussing politics. 

The inadequacies of my mind shame me a great deal further than the imperfections of my body.

To sit, to think, to ponder; to digress and allow our mind to wander.....

what is valor?

What are possessions but a means by which to facilitate experience?  You may take from me all that I own, but you can never take where I have been and the things I have done.  Furthermore, if holding on to material objects creates such turmoil that your life experience suffers, those are things holding a negative worth.


What type of thing but fire can provide such deep warmth, and comfort yet burn the living shit out of you if you are careless with it??   Love and possibly coffee.