justanumber

.I wish to make one last apology, To the world and to myself, For the pain I have inflicted, With my fear based "safety" approach.I am sorry that I didn't see, I am sorry I believed I couldn't. I am sorry for all my painful attacks, When you offered me real company.A candle has been lit again Deep within my heart, May God grant me the strength to Redeem my ugly and painful past.I am eternally in the debt Of all, future, present and past, Who undertook for loves great sake, That most noble task.I pray from the depths of my being, That I may have their strength. And I pray that I may meet you all, And thank you face to face.This prose is but...

.Ponder, Sit, Quiet Awareness. Let us sit in the silence From which these words come. The all beyond language the sounds in themselves.The cognitive awareness.The nothingness laid bare when one realises that 2 + 2 = 4 is just a principle..

.Spiral, twist, upside and then down, One stagnant moment, Before plunging deep down, Through murky dark depths void of sound.Snapped back in a moment, Raging in flood, We career kamikaze Descending this bluff.Some something overcomes me, Amidst all this haste, A metaphysical foothold Some timeless old place.Though many fear idleness, And can't stand this niche, I would sit here for hours In the soudndless embrace.But alas my formless foothold, Goes and comes unannounced I hit the ground running, In lifes whitewash I am soused..

.The schoolboy heart longs For ones engulfing touch, To shrink the whole world Into one tight hug.The businessmans mind, astute and aware, Observes black and white figures Turn the worlds gears.The travellers heart sails Lone in far seas, Brought back much too often From these intimate dreams.Like this he awakes At the dawn of each day, Alone at his home, Plodding towards another day.The poet sits back watching All run their course, To capture the secrets from the hasty old world..

Words are just that, As much as they are (and I know what they are). But my actions, alas, They can never undo.And so I attempt to pay tribute To the girl who carried My lead like heart for Too long.An adjective will not suffice, to describe the beauty of her heart. That heart which had faith, Through all my ignorant hate of it.I would far miss the mark with apology, And I don\'t deserve such false relief. If I pay ten times the pain Inflicted, it falls far short of my due.It still pains me today That you saw in me Enough to have me treat you As I Did.I love you. Always.

The 4 year old examines shells In the wet sand. Exclaiming innocence bubbles From his big round eyes. He escapes the waves Who chase him up the beach, Burying His Shells.The teenager sits on a solitary rock, At sufficient distance from the family to be consumed by dark, circular thoughts. Escaping The Atmosphere.The husband awkwardly wades Into the water Suit pants scrunched about his knees, tie intact, to capture the 4 year old, who succumbs to the wave\'s Cool tantilising embrace. Dissonant With his Environment.The wife, (in some false sense of emancipation) Imagines a life With her psychiatrist With whom she spent One Passionate Night.A...

Jack-in-the-box When one squashes life into A little red car, And zooms out On unfamiliar roads.The headlights ancious beam (try as it might) Cannot strain beyond the bend But faster still they go.Driven by the Swoshing glimpse Of a faintly Familiar feeling;The undeniable, blissful intrigue of a childs new Jack-in-the-box. Rob Evans - 29/1/03

."May you live in interesting times" A great someone said once.As history has shown us they may not be fun, Chemical? Nuclear? Tick Tock and clunk.Revolution, darwinism and arts of all kinds, I watch as a watch-pot, ready to boil. May you live in interesting times. Rob Evans - 20/12/02