Recycled Pap

It seems I’m more creative in  many but not ALL ways … Or always..  But at times more than ever  maybe because i have  more to draw from or  it’s natures way of giving a little  ‘kick back’ for all the shit ..  whoops … sorry … whatever life is whether it’s  made up or

The Light Within For Rahul Gaur

The Light Within I fixate on time constantly When i hear the wail of a diesel horn or smell fresh mown grass or look out at the inland sea i hear the sound and i’m transported to the stored light of another time each magnifying the other more deeply every time. We build our lives on

Songs of Softest Memories

Songs of Softest Memories i sing the songs of distant memories … the songs of time gone by … the words to stories known so well that float behind my eyes … i turn the pages of the book i see within my mind .. i listen to the sighs … the songs of softest

The Songs of Softest Memories

i sing the songs of softest memories … the songs of time gone by … the words to stories known so well that float behind my eyes … the softest words i hear at night from wordless breath the light that lives within ….. i turn the pages of the book i see within my

The Light Within

I fixate on time constantly When i hear the wail of a diesel’s horn or smell fresh mown grass or look out at the lake i hear the sound and i’m transported to the stored light of another time each magnifying the other more deeply every time. We build our lives on the memories of the

Fragments of A Dream Reassembled

An old man remembers a dream he had as a boy. One day he thought back through time and  A dream about a fine and beautiful place. fragments of a beautiful stained glass  upon contemplating the memory, the man realizes, window of untold beauty began to that for fifty years he has slowly reassemble itself