For every Lontaine, there are tens of thorns
For every dream, a thousand woes
In every winning leap, a hundred falls
For every dying soul, a dozen crows.
For every sweet taste, a bitter thought
For every new day, a fading moon sought
In every lovers hope, a faulting note
In every final hour, a metaphysic plot.
New column on BURST!!
**Random Ramblings** published in Burst Magazine.
Issue 24, February 2015 features my first article “CLUB 27: A Mental Journey” p. 10-11
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http://issuu.com/burstmagazine/docs/burst_issue_24/11?e=0
My monthly article, “Knockin’ on Heaven’s Door”, published in Burst Magazine.
Issue 23, December 2014 features Layne Staley, pg. 12-13.
See full issue here: http://afternoiz.com/burst/item/7694-december-2014
Blow kisses against the wind.
Don’t bend the truth to be kind.
‘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’.
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.
Tense as if your muscles are on constant strain
Blank as if your mind is empty
Numb as if your soul has been decanted
And you wait, in the waking
Perched on your seat,
Grabbing the armrests with all your fingers’ might
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.
Continue reading The Disadvantages of a Multi-Cultural Nature
My monthly article, “Knockin’ on Heaven’s Door”, published in Burst Magazine.
Issue 21, October 2014 features Marvin Gaye.
See full issue here: http://afternoiz.com/burst/item/7517-october-2014
My monthly article, “Knockin’ on Heaven’s Door”, published in Burst Magazine.
Issue 22, November 2014 features Frank Zappa.
See full issue here: http://afternoiz.com/burst/item/7586-november-2014
Helen Marie Joyce 
