I had commented in this journal quickly. What I wrote did not make sense, but that's beside the point (although I am ashamed to admit it). I read the latest entry yet again after some time had elapsed and found it to be quite moving. Simple (no BS) and yet compelling. http://menar.org/ -it merits some sort of reflection, you goliaths.
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i know i know. i know your thoughts.
they live in the valleys of sought after naught
they seek to renew curiosity hidden in thy chest
fair maidens and sirs i am trying my best.
the giant goliath betwixt those trees afar await
to eat my words at a latter date
until then the Sirens of silence doth sing their staggering song
to confuse the goliath who’s been waiting along
protected under their voices creep the misty words of the Through
goliath can only sit there with not another thing to do
-when he bores and grows weary
Woe betide his silly aim
when he wastes his life waiting for Through
to renew in vain
the moment he desires not even a glance
is when the Sirens will let me have my chance
and the words of the Through will run past the far trees
and goliath unto the unexpected
shall he raise his glee
when a word that was once hidden
is found under his knee.

…. basically for those who are actually waiting for an update, my thoughts are moving in the silence –or my absence from this web log. The absence is just a cover. It will be updated when least expected and the subject matter will be inspired by the ordinary things that are under our knees. Forgive my stupid rhymes and riddles.