In reflect, undogegorized on October 19, 2012 at 21:36
Why do our past fertile and fruitful “deep” thoughts get fossilized and sclerosed with age?
Do we start to judge instead of creating, analyzing and criticizing (of course, positively and negatively)?
Do we freeze our critics into definite judgement, engrave them in stone?
I will start to share those thoughts at a later time. First the less frightful ones:
- When I grew older I stopped listening to what people had to say. I watched their actions and made myself an opinion. -
In poems on April 3, 2011 at 03:14
Now we turn the tv off;
go to bed, that’s really tough!
Julian an’ I, on a boat to slumberland,
joining for a jam, littl’ Nemo and his band.
Some wind, a sail here, a sail there,
not more does it take, to get there.
A short story ‘bout a sword,
brings our boat to the port.
In waffle on January 23, 2011 at 22:23
What could we talk about today? Maybe about the crazy weather? You probably think it might become boring. But not if you live at the North Pole. In fact I live right across the pole itself. …
This morning I noticed that yesterday’s snowstorm had moved the north pole, it was slightly bent. Don’t worry, I took care of it. Too avoid further disturbances, I raised a flag on the pole. A white flag. …
You better be careful butchering the baby seal. All this white on the pole and no washing machine in sight. (first post in 2010)
© neocnus, 2012.