Rock Accountant

Month: August, 2017

On Passing This Girl

That girl on the street
looked back at me
I still guess at
what she saw.
I hope it was
the loss of me,
that left her mouth
ajar.

Just be quiet

As I get older I am less concerned about the media being free and more wishful that it just be quiet.

An unkind street hooker

The media is little more than an unkind street hooker.

Ashamed

It’s time the media begins to be ashamed of itself instead of us.

Where dreams are forbidden

There is a state of mind higher than believing.
Where dreams are forbidden.
And you will not be
relieved by death.
Just inspired

Coincidence

God trapped Himself in coincidence because He liked surprises as much as the next guy.

Pete Townshend’s Coat

So he shows up with this gigantic puffy coat at the beginning of a winter tour. We all had a laugh at him behind his back. It had to be continously worn because it was far too large to carry. At first he clearly thought it made him dapper. He soured badly after realizing it had no buttons and had to be held shut. A few of us barely got any sleep because we were laughing so hard. The coat disappeared in the middle of the tour.

The nature of eternity

I grew wanting my words to live forever. Now I am giddy if a stranger “likes” what I wrote six months later.

Like prehistoric cave walls

When the human species dies out, computers will spend eternity sorting out what our millenials ate by their snapshots of dinners.

When We Two Parted George Gordon Byron, 1788 – 1824

When we two parted
In silence and tears,
Half broken-hearted
To sever for years,
Pale grew thy cheek and cold,
Colder thy kiss;
Truly that hour foretold
Sorrow to this.

The dew of the morning
Sunk chill on my brow–
It felt like the warning
Of what I feel now.
Thy vows are all broken,
And light is thy fame;
I hear thy name spoken,
And share in its shame.

They name thee before me,
A knell to mine ear;
A shudder comes o’er me–
Why wert thou so dear?
They know not I knew thee,
Who knew thee too well–
Long, long shall I rue thee,
Too deeply to tell.

In secret we met–
In silence I grieve,
That thy heart could forget,
Thy spirit deceive.
If I should meet thee
After long years,
How should I greet thee?–
With silence and tears.

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