at this late hour of the night i see that artificially constructed reality is what I create for me, thoughts floating around in an empty brain, people taking drugs to alleviate self-constructed pain. social networks disconnect us from ourselves, reaching out to the world with our hearts upon the shelves.
Friday
Last night remains as dreams upon a lake
Virtues’ ebb flows again towards the east
Memories are illusion while I wake
The ones I want, the ones recalled the least
too much time on my appearance, not enough on my attitude
freshly I wear new clothes and shame
my air is one of conceited grasping
owned unknown anger arise again
and fades away quickly, whispering
Waning Devotion
Instruct myself again someway somehow
Presence of yours sinks slowly gainst the night
Waning are thoughts devotion will allow
As your visions and blessings fade from sight
A poem a day
So I’ve decided to write a poem a day.
The content of the poems will be my feelings of the day. Each poem will consist of one quatrain.
My hope is that many years from now I will have a collection of mini journal entry poems. Here is my first one:
Alas the time has come again today
Alone last night myself was lead astray
Today virtue has shown herself to me
Action can enslave me, or set me free
Old Japan in 3D
These animated images are taken from original stereoscopic photographs by T. Enami, and were animated from images posted by Okinawa Soba. The images date from about 1895 to about 1910. Thank you Retronaut
Very cool images of old Japan. I love Japan so these images conjure up many emotions.
I had a strange blob error today too
