Toast for brekkie

Oceans fall

Posted on May 26th, 2007 by george.
Categories: poetry.

with each crested hill
you loom larger

as I pass beneath your bridges
their eyelids open
thrice full of your golden spires

I trace your spine
through the orchard

by the fabled fox
who’s lost his taste for grapes

past the salty old man
so far from his sea

I take rest on your sonorous shores
here beyond the pillars of Heracles

and drink in the night

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I dreamt an hourglass

Posted on May 23rd, 2007 by george.
Categories: poetry.

don’t write today
on such little sleep
don’t commit your thoughts
they’re not quite sane

don’t bleed on me
my wooden floors are stained
by amputations past

your eyes are bloodshot
and gritty with desert sand

return, retreat
lay low and rest

all your tomorrows await
only submit
and sacrifice
today

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MONDAY! Yeah!

Posted on May 21st, 2007 by george.
Categories: life, friends, photography.

I spent the better part of this weekend doing laundry. I can’t even remember how many loads, or how many trips I made out to the clothesline. Hang it up, let it dry, take it down, fold it, put it away. But it paid off: for the first time in as long as I can remember, I can say this: every single article of clothing I own is clean. Even what I’m wearing right now. How many times a year can you say that?

Yes, my friends, that’s what passes for blogworthy these days. It was a rough week, but I got some good sleep this weekend and chipped away at the ever-increasing mountain of chores. It helps that I got some exercise for the first time in a week *gasp* and saw the Arctic Monkeys tonight.

Oh, and Touf is back in town.

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Omicron & Epsilon

Posted on May 12th, 2007 by george.
Categories: poetry, synthesis, future, life, friends, love.

The thunderbolt just struck
So close it shook my seat
I stepped outside to leave
But rain came down in sheets

Emerging from a dream
Your voice in soft, hushed tones
A vision out of time
Now real and on the phone

In just the nick thereof
To heal my bleeding heart
Our love again affirmed
The ending in the start

I shared a little tale
Of lessons learned and taught
You smiled until it hurt
At treasures never bought

I bid you fond farewell
Relinquished you to dreams
Then heaven flashed anew
Life’s more than what it seems

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Upon waking

Posted on May 9th, 2007 by george.
Categories: poetry, life, love.

how will this message
reach you if the bottle keeps
floating back to me

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Exercise: it’s not just for your body anymore

Posted on May 9th, 2007 by george.
Categories: life, health.

From Newsweek:

The old dogma that the adult human brain cannot generate new neurons was overthrown almost 10 years ago, but a question persists: do those new neurons do any good?

In 1998 scientists led by Fred (Rusty) Gage of the Salk Institute for Biological Sciences discovered that older adults “well into their 50s, 60s and even 70s “continue to produce new neurons in their brains. Last November, a study found that as little as three hours a week of brisk walking increases blood flow to the brain and increases production of new neurons, researchers reported in the Journal of Gerontology: Medical Sciences. The same team, led by Arthur Kramer of the University of Illinois, had earlier shown that older adults who engage in physical activity have better working memory, are more adept at switching between mental tasks (a skill that generally declines with age), and are better able to screen out distractions (ditto) compared to people of the same age who did not get exercise training. The obvious question arose: is the reason exercise improves cognitive function in older adults that it boosts “neurogenesis,” the production of new brain neurons?

Read on at the source.

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The Ruse

Posted on May 2nd, 2007 by george.
Categories: poetry, death, life, love.

The wind whispers strains of a dirge
As you sail in from out of the brume
From the dragon ship’s shadowed arms
Drifts a smoldering, mournful tune

You step from the towering wings
With the cog bursting forth into flames
Making ash of the curve of your prow
Where I once laid to rest your remains

She sinks in the alleys of tears
Her cinders your phoenix’s womb
Your chariot gilded in fire
The quadriga raised from your tomb

From the pyramid toll the five bells
As the porphyry faces look on
This rekindlement beyond the pale
Reparation to rival Sinan

From Byzantine depths you emerge
Fair weather from out of the void
Your larva glows shiny and new
A mask sworn to God unalloyed

But your chrysalis smacks of charade
As you flit through the carnival bends
For as sure as you started from ash
You shall come to an unctuous end

I see as you make the last turn
When your hand holds it tight to your face
The jaw of the truth jutting out
On the visage I long to embrace

For the love of the gold of the mask
Forged in fire you were willing to die
Underneath lies an atrophied heart
On the surface, perfection a lie

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Legendary

Posted on May 2nd, 2007 by george.
Categories: life, music, love.

John Legend, Hard Rock Orlando, May 1st, 2007. Pop-lockin’, body-rockin’, show-stoppin’ groove thang. That’s right, y’all.

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