Life behests that before I can address the jarring sordid question,
you must have reached your attaining mark.
Embracing our beings’ essence with discretion, would not,
should not strangle the spark.
My hopes dragged through the darkest of the dark,
while your dreams evaporating, fading, and paling out. Continue reading Aphrodite’s Child
To tell a truth of blood and wine
Takes tears of liquid steel and a lazy tongue
Clenched fists, holding on to a hope that fades
Into the grave, sieving through the cracks like fine sand
I kissed your mind and our souls collided.
So I’ll give you to the count of three,
‘Til you think of me.
I awake; eyes open wide, ears pierced back, I lay still for a while and take in the damp dense air.
It smells like victory tonight.
I creep; silently, dauntingly, down the roof and over the lines of fences in the deadest hour of the night.
It is now my moment to thrive.
I search; in utter stealth, clandestinely for the gifts of the dark. I am omniscient and dominantly alone to reap the rewards of the nth life.
‘No time.’ For something as perpetual as time, it’s so contradictory to never have enough.
Time is one of the few perpetual notions that humans have identified as part of our own need to comprehend life. The universe, the world, our world, our existence is shaped around time. Antiphon the Sophist has said that “…time is not a reality (hypostasis), but a concept (noêma) or a measure (metron)”; a concept to help us bring a metric order to Chaos, with the general consensus relating to its introduction being after the Big Bang.
It is intangible, it is relentless, it only moves forward. The glory of the present moment only lasts for a fragment of time, and each moment is experienced for its brief existence, then it belongs in the past and a new present one takes it place. A continuous sequence of present moments, that creates its relative sequence of moments-of-gone, leaving a trail of events called ‘Past’ behind for the little Hansels and Grettels to find in the ‘Woods of Forever’.
…The time has nearly come for the eternal moment, the triumphant light, the divine birth, and the shining star, to shower us with all their luminous force.
But on the night of the Eve of Christmas, it is said that winter spirits and creeping creatures ascend from rocks and caves, to feed on fears on mankind, the fears of men with darkness and greed in their hearts.
The chance to transcend time was one of the wonderful, yet ambiguous offerings of solstice darkness; at that pivotal moment, men might see into the past and glimpse the days to come. A man might see the shades of those who die in the new year, but among them, he may also see himself.
I take my coffee black, no sugar, no milk, with a splash of cold water at the rim, so I can taste the invigorating aroma that already fills my nostrils without further delay. This is a predictable, self-inflicted habit circa 7.30am on weekdays that exhilarates the mind and triggers the conqueror in me to ‘Carpe Diem’.
I applaud simplicity when I see it, I relish it, I revel in it. Nothing simpler than a black cup of coffee. Check.
Dear Gray
10 years ago, if I would have thought about it consciously, I would have concluded that I should consider myself amongst the lucky ones of my generation.
Born in dual nationality, that meant I was bilingual before I went to primary school. Attending a British school, I was exposed to students from a multitude of nationalities and cultures. This made me tolerant, seeing the endearing charm of personalities from different backgrounds, however this also cultivated a thirst within me to learn more and more. I guess this is the backbone of why I enjoy travelling as much as I do, when the means allow.
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Helen Marie Joyce 
