I walked the old path through the lands of robotic modems; whistling the tune of CONNECT 2400. Searching for the answers I could only find in the carrier melodies of old; the phreaking legacy of inline signalling. Between the boxes and shrubs I hid, tweaking liberties as I progressed. Although the ending was inevitable, the path I walked was truly blessed
Random Unsorted Drafts
love is binary, it cannot happen twice, it starts as nothing, a zero that with effort is turned into a one: through beating gets moulded into something not round, and left to rot and further decay, rusts and remains oh so stale, until one day it finds another purpose, but here is where I stop this story; this journey as it goes beyond my understanding, this transition from nothing into … something of a kind, I wait, hesitantly, for signs of … that
My latest love goes as this, as thus and therefore as us, the mes (that is me in plurality as we tend to come in multiplicity):
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6oz of beef strips, fried dry until the moist evaporates
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A few splashes of cooking oil, rapeseed is the current choice of ours
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Then add a whack of cayenne pepper, some chili powder, smoked paprika, not forgetting the Chinese five-spice – oh aplenty
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Before the five minute timer expires add some soy sauce for the salty matters, stir and stir until content
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Serve with steamed broccoli and cauliflower, a bottle de vino and the world is your oyster
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Do this daily & do this now
You know it makes sense
To eat it all
To love
Food
& we shall dance until we fall,
Only one of us remaining tall,
I danced on your grave until you
Woke and reach for my hand,
Warts and all
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I found a bead, dead and buried
I saw the seed of life emerging,
We kissed and everything we hoped
To be, became to us as real could be
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& in the morning follow through
We met and wed and all was so,
And so and so it all began,
With disbeliefs turned ahead,
& God’s sword of passion –
Glowing
I found a photograph / an earlier version of the self / out and about in the real world currently unavailable / short hair / no, no hair as if I really cared / back then a decade ago I crossed the Tiananmen Square / hand in hand I walked alone among strangers / among short people I found fascinating / I did say short just then, but you should read that only in the sense of height / of latitude above the river dividing the city into Pudong and the Puxi / no the Huangpu does not divide Tiananmen Square so be aware / I travelled fast back then / I found love and lost in equal measure / rapid fall from grace; trust me / I found a photograph / an earlier version of the self / so I grabbed the hair clipper / my trusted Wahl / chose the 3mm attachment / the rest is history / though I am glad the winter still rages on / hidden beneath the hat the head of sorrows / awaiting the tomorrow and a regrown patch of hair
We found god at the bottom of the well
& the child spoke in riddles,
A pointing index finger
& the words superfluously lingered,
We found god at the bottom of the well
& the riddle spoke to the child seeking,
A rope binding the two truths
& the truths meandering,
We found god at the bottom of the well
& there I trembled,
Between the god and the child fingering
I found a truth and a solace permanent,
So I go on, having found a truth,
No longer seeking refuge,
I could love cats next, or just watch
Paint drying