End of year approaches
and I have had enough
of going absolutely nowhere.
Pushing on
I embrace the coming year
with hope and enthusiasm
and without expectation.

Hammer down
a business pile
dual-action cleanse,
healthy movements daily

mushroom exchange
yesterday

pig titan
at the wheel

rats dropping
from the sky

salacious crumb
fills the mouth

nein numb
finds a meal

up to snuff
or good enough.
you decide.
just can’t get enough
of that double-tough,
rough and tumble
business stuff.
so give me your hand
and get oust.
rrruuuunnn!!!

deep in the trenches of cyberspace
flow to the rhythms of ancient pursuits
the focus and immediacy of now
this very moment
nothingness, details
elaborate, exquisite, atmospheric
details, nonetheless
i embrace the present moment,
transforming chaos into reason

working on it. getting there.
swimming to the other side
of the never-ending pool.

letting go. holding on.
nurturing hope in spite of
relentless pursuits..

almost almost there.
only another step behind
on the treadmill marathon.

Tales from the icebox:

Recall, from June 21st, 1998, the Throat Standard.
Forget, from January 3rd, 1999, the Fantasy.
Enjoy, from June 13th, 1999, Refreshments.
Open, from September 19th, 1999, Business.
See, from September 17th, 2000, Boost.
Embrace, from December 19th, 2001, Lift.
Remember, from July 2nd, 2002, B u r n.
Welcome, from June 16th, 2003, Lorelei.

Tomorrow changes
moments into memories,
life unfolds anew.

An eternal king will come
Dressed in our mortal flesh:
He will come from heaven certainly
To pass judgement on the century.

Before judgement is passed
A great sign will show itself:
The sun will lose its shine
The earth will tremble with fear.

After will come mighty thunder
A sign of great wrath:
In an infernal confusion
Lightning and cries will resound.

A great fire will come down from heaven
In a stink of sulphur
And the earth will burn furiously
And great terror will afflict people.

After will come the terrible signal
Of a great earthquake
As rocks shatter
And mountains collapse.

Then no-one will have pieces of gold
Silver or riches,
And everyone will await
The sentence.

Death will leave them without a penny,
And will crush them all:
There will remain only men in tears,
And sadness will cover the world.

The plains and peaks will be all the same,
Good and evil will reach them both,
Kings, dukes, counts and barons
Will have to account for their actions.

And then will come impressively
The Son of God omnipotent,
He will judge the dead and the living,
The good will go to Heaven.

Children not yet born
Will cry from their mother’s wombs,
And with the crying say:
"Help us, God, omnipotent".

Mother of God, pray for us,
You, the Mother of sinners,
May the sentence be merciful,
May Paradise be open to us.

You, who listen to everything,
Pray God with all devotion,
With all your heart and fervour,
That we should be saved.

Note: English translation of original Catalan version

tired, waiting and nursing a coldness while staring at the new reality
that awaits. dropped habits, spent time, and preparations for tomorrow.
make haste, oh most gracious and patient Lord, to grow my life according
to your perfect will.

like fast and stuff with fingers splashing code, head spinz and and.
here again to share the now without reservation a calm deliberation
to accomplish what must be done. that’s all for now — gotta run..
..wake me up when september ends.

i fight a hellish battle everyday.
always something or someone demanding attention,
time, effort. i am most often glad to help, but looking ahead
i see only miles and miles of work, stress, and struggle.
every moment is a profound gift that passes before it is realized.
i am learning how to put the needs of others ahead of my own.
the constant talking may very well drive me insane.

settle into that wretched skin of yours,
but don’t try too hard or get too used it
because you are here today and gone tomorrow,
although it is only in retrospect that time passes quickly.

in the meantime, during the slow wait, time crawls as it flies.
so another year begins — much has changed, and much will change.

i am wide awake, watching, and waiting.

sunrise.

It has been a year since it began and about a week since it ended.

i am not as paranoid as i could be.

bob stepped with caution through the quiet kitchen. the room hummed as he reached into the fridge. "everything is loud — nothing is quiet these days" he thought as the door clapped shut. the floor squeaked as he stepped toward the garden window. he stared at pat, who sat still among the hedgerow. pat understood the traffic, which raced past this hour…

trying and enjoying.
advanced subtleness.
trying to change and to change not,
a constant battle wrought beneath the ruins.
self versus sacrifice, or somehwere in-between.

i look toward autumn and hope for the best..
i pray winter finds us safe and in good health.
help me get back to where i once belonged.