"I sought fit words to paint the blackest face of woe" ~ Sir Philip Sidney

Frustration and disappointment Father, ashes, bones, dust, in a tin box rest eternal in a cemetery until my time to swim with the fishes sardines in a tin box, when Old Stone Fox talks of frustration and disappointment rest assured, he was in a library after they locked the doors, strange how wishes turn not into kisses but shelves of books inside, behind closed doors, a complement of his practice, sitting meditation not only could he not relax to read anger grew, a seed, while on vacation nothing to do but still his mind, to feed dangerous criminals sly, dirty looks distance in space and time leaves time to think indifferent to the sorrows of childhood suffering, each person must bear such weight as expected by decades, we must not shrink particularly, when we feel alone pleasant as that may sound, it does no good only to dwell on the past, on the hate indeed, even though poison is a tool no one survives old age, even a crone to speak of my father in a tin box ...

Death: Walter daCunha 9 Jul: Huntington Beach, California. WALTER LUSIO DaCUNHA. Aged 76. (Ex-Porvorim, Goa; ex-Nairobi, Kenya). Veteran of international flight logistics – with East African Airways, Air India, Tiger International, Federal Express. He leaves behind his beloved wife (of 49 years), Doris, sons Terence and Rui and two grandsons. Walter was an unobtrusive but staunch supporter of Goan initiates, causes, activities and associations, in Kenya and in Southern California. He was a member of G.O.A. from the time of his arrival here in 1976. Funeral Mass will be held at Sts. Simon and Jude Catholic Church, 20444 Magnolia Ave., Huntington Beach on Wednesday, 17 July, 2013 at 10:00 a.m. Condolences to email --- I am sorry but I do not exist as a matter of fact, neither do you maybe you imagine that you are real sorry but...to argue, if you insist of course, this can be proven either way really, philosophy puts in the screw really, amphiboly makes its appeal yes, just like i...

At work, in the basement, a little mouse terrified by humanity, is stuck whimpering and crying, on a glue strip only I cannot kill, this is my house recognize the other seeking release kindness is a gentle man, who gives a fuck in this world, the traps are set, get a grip not without much patience, the mouse is freed the freedom of billions rests on the peace honored by fortitude, I use a key extract the mouse very gently, let go brutal reality, mammals, I see as hateful, mean creatures, our systems show systemic corruption, violence, greed entertaining himself with my struggle my co-worker watches this right effort entertaining is our house on fire nothing without consequences, juggle time in all three phases, how imminent an event, unprepared, as to abort life, a fetus, a child, a mouse, dire is the lesson to learn, the professor the older man cheering, not heaven-sent this man, my co-worker, will be homeless let go, without a job, with no income exactly what...

Revelation 22 (NIV) Revelations and Fire Dances walk exotic ego trips on LSD veritably, back in the day, we saw electric anarchy, I cannot talk less said is more, Killing Joke in L.A. an amphitheater, my memory terrified by torches, makeup, the raw introduction to the Dark Arts, shake hands or sign your name in blood, as they say nobody understands your sacrifice Twenty-two, old enough to drink and smoke went south with the Monarchs to taste the spice everyone always says that they are broke not a red cent among their swollen glands tying running shoelaces with slipknots you perform magic tricks for unicorns two years is long enough to learn it all wonders never cease, the world filled with bots old dog, new tricks, soon caught, stick in the mud New International Version, who scorns everybody as the Other, the gall women and children first, with men second If— as Kipling writes, the cow eats her cud now, in the concert of my dreams, return terribly imposs...

Equality: a tool of the privileged Equanimity balances the mind questions arise regarding consciousness understandable, I must confess time and again to put a dime in my hand liquid sunshine dazzles the mind with breath impossible to focus, I digress tie my laces in double knots, my crime yes, why I run when I can for as far as I can go, or some goal before death to run the length around the Equator objective distance over speed, I bleed on my shoes after I fall, bulls to gore lift my heels higher, my knees up, I feed only pigeons birdseed from a glass jar for I must wait at times for the Red Line the mind, out of balance, seeks out dry land how water appears in motion, it flows ebbs with the lunar tides, my words seem fine privileged with education, not money reason appears as an idea, not bland in the park nearby, a firefly glows visions too beautiful for words, simple indebted to wisdom, pots of honey lift the fulcrum level, equality equanimity, how impossib...

To write The Great American Novel oh, could you...imagine, an immigrant writing about people who know nothing really, did they come out of a hovel indeed, it seems that way, the way they act technically, my knowledge, in fact, is scant everyone tries to get along, to sing The National Anthem before a race how, Take Me Out to the Ballgame, a pact everyone knows in the seventh inning Great, a foreigner, born elsewhere, raised here really, what do they know about winning everything is the lottery, sincere apologies, until you see my face to watch everyone look away, I fear America cannot get past the gate maybe the mare bucks her rider, jitters everyone responds differently to mere reality, appearances, they say in truth, for God's sake, the State in debate call for discussion, tonic and bitters alcohol is a tool to overcome nothingness, mediocrity, the gray Novelty of being anonymous obscurity in the face of bright light versions of the self seem autonomous...