Saturday, October 26, 2013

I THOUGHT NOTHING COULD BRNG ME BACK HERE

 Oh the Jester!

How often he repeats, and repeats, the same old wisdom

but in vain

when consciousness could give birth to

hand prints

wood blocks

music

perception of colours

so much more that can't be conceived

like a child

and yet

a few never give up

'cause

it is us

who 
are 
the
living