Death’s Little Brother
We meet nightly
‘tween loss and gain
ebb and flow
fall and spring
A secret world
I fear and loathe
Grasp and love
Cannot avoid
Mellow dramas
Play out inside my head
Greek chorused
Ever real unwinding
Behind closed windows
Trapped beneath the dross of the day
Picking its way towards daylight
Fathoming the unfathomable
Beyond my control, my comprehension
There’s work afoot
Sleep
Death's Little Brother
- Byron
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Death's Little Brother
"Bipolar is a roller-coaster ride without a seat belt. One day you're flying with the fireworks; for the next month you're being scraped off the trolley" I said that.
Re: Death's Little Brother
I'm a big fan of Carl Jung. He has heaps to say about that condition which you write about, including the intrinsic luck, potential and beauty of it all.
What about you, Byron?
Have you delved into Carl's views on this subject?
Matj
What about you, Byron?
Have you delved into Carl's views on this subject?
Matj
"Without light or guide, save that which burned in my heart." San Juan de la Cruz.
- Byron
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Re: Death's Little Brother
Nein.mat james wrote:I'm a big fan of Carl Jung. He has heaps to say about that condition which you write about, including the intrinsic luck, potential and beauty of it all.
What about you, Byron?
Have you delved into Carl's views on this subject?
Matj
"Bipolar is a roller-coaster ride without a seat belt. One day you're flying with the fireworks; for the next month you're being scraped off the trolley" I said that.
Re: Death's Little Brother
There’s work afoot
"Without light or guide, save that which burned in my heart." San Juan de la Cruz.
Re: Death's Little Brother
Very nice.
Sometimes I think we die every night and are reborn each morning and repeat the cycle endlessly until Big Brother comes around.
Sometimes I think we die every night and are reborn each morning and repeat the cycle endlessly until Big Brother comes around.