8/3/11

Today another path occurred to me,
And seemed to cause a schism in my soul,
One half pursued a separate destiny,
My other half maintained its current role.
And for an instant both realities,
Were true as any moment foul or fair,
How much of life is what we know will be, 
And not a coin descending through midair?

8/2/11

Behind each catastrophic failure, folly and failed matter,

You'll find a fine committee formed, embroiled in rant and chatter,.

For rarely do it's members execute decisive choices.

Except to revel in the pleasing sound of their own voices.