Recycled Thoughts


Leave a comment

The Year of the Horse

Image

All around are the pretenses of change, like Osiris waiting to be reborn during a grand countdown – broadcast to the fanfare of firecrackers. Garbage mounds up; packages are thrown out, but their expired contents still remain.

And Orion’s gaze finds me once more, despite the myopic skies, saying, “Let’s flip the moon again, as we’ve done before. Then we can look with a new heart and spleen at the opening of the mechanical horse’s mouth.”

Art: http://fav.me/d4y0c2j

Advertisements


Leave a comment

Arise

Image

There’s mail. You’ve got mail.

An unseen hand pens and sends; off it goes, an imaginary paper airplane, sailing invisible traffic.

Where did they all go? The heartfelt thoughts; the forget-me-nots?

Submerged in an underwater ocean of memory; written on the ghost of a disk that couldn’t possibly fit you.

And what if you were to arise, would they all come back?

Surfacing again in our consciousness like so much froth; a behemoth’s head cutting the ocean line.

Art: http://www.zerochan.net/1136684


Leave a comment

Jazz of the Soul

ImageIt’s not like you don’t know it. It lets you into it, like fingers jumping a piano’s spine. And in the midst of the flow, it comes gushing. Our hands tap a tune in unison -yeah unison -and all that’s on our minds is wasting time in the most meaningful way; like making the jazz of the soul on a summer day.

Dedicated to Sakamichi no Apollon

Art: http://www.zerochan.net/1101959


Leave a comment

Luminosity

Image

Drawing closer, the light grew brighter, and he realized that it was definitely no fire. There was a silhouette, perhaps a woman’s, standing in the center of the alley a few meters from him. The glow, he noticed, was coming from the figure’s head. Sweat began trickling down his brow, and even at the distance he was, he felt the heat coming from the shape. It wasn’t a fire. If he had to describe it as anything, he’d say it was the sun itself.

Luminous threads streaked out from her head, strands of hair that resembled bursts from a solar flare. Each strand stretched out, thick close to her head, growing thinner as they spread out all around her body. It was a web of luminosity, and she stood at the center like a spider.

Art: http://www.zerochan.net/1553477