"Migrants"

Kurt Seligmann Migrants, oil on canvas

Windswept sheets drape over an invisible crowd,

Their shapes revealed with each gust of air,

Each shade a different tone giving each ghost clothes, a personality,

The individuality of the nearly non-existent,

The fashion of the unseen.

Such confusion felt by the poor, transparent group, 

They stumble, shocked by the previously unknown visions of their surrounding companions,

Startled by their own bodies which are now visible through the folds of the sheets,

Their sheets are their vision.

Though just a glimpse, as the powerful wind blows their vision away,

The memory evokes new thoughts, new concepts,

They exist.

That paradoxical curtain introduced a view instead of hiding it away.

Things I Think About #1

Alright, just a little brain ramble. Neeeeed to start posting like, everyday to catch up with my missing stuff.

You know about the circle of life I assume. That we are born, we live, we reproduce, we teach our children to  live and then we die. Well I think this metaphor/template/whatever-it-is is flawed, mostly in the name though. It's flawed in the name because although life comes in a full circle, it very rarely is circular. A circle is a 2 dimensional, shape with no points, just a curve that swoops around and connects again and continues forever and ever. Life is a 3 dimensional entity with many different points, and it always moves in different ways; ever changing throughout generations or even just lifetimes. The circle of life makes life look horrible, and pointless. Circles having no point makes it seem like life has no purpose and/or that life is a just a boring line that never changes. Life is filled with high points and low points and it's always changing. I guess the circle of life is just a Utopian, totalitarian template/concept showing what perfect life would look like. But yeah, I guess I'm just a little peeved at the vagueness and how they would slip in the ideal that life is pointless because that's something I seem to struggle with especially since I don't really put any faith in religion. I hope these rants become less repetitive and boring to read. This one is lame. I just had an idea and I thought, "Hey Nick! Why don't you share that idea!" and then I did, but it seemed a lot more interesting in my head.

Anywho, I will continue with things of this variety.

PS- At the end of these things I feel like I need to say like "Ciao for now!" or "Signing off!" or something corny like that. I watch to much tv.

BE.EL.OH.JEE.

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Alright, I forgot to write in here yesterday so I'll write today. I don't know what to say but, I like it. I can just say whatever I want, right? I think I'll tell a very short story. Sweet plan!

It was in the summer, nearing the end of august, I'd say about 5 or so years ago. My parents were having a get together with a couple of other families at our house so there were quite a few people over. All the kids were swimming in the pool and or jumping on the trampoline and it was great. A grand old time. Then we had lunch and everyone just chilled after that, digesting and whatnot. And then after a while everyone started leaving and that's always my least favourite part. Goodbyes are always so awkward I find. And it was still around the middle of the day so it was even weirder. Anyways, we were saying goodbye in the backyard because we were all outside because it was a nice day. And out of nowhere my Uncle Shawn decides to pretend to toss me into the pool, which he had done a bunch of times before because he's such a 'funny' and repetitive guy. Anyways, he does it once without a problem and makes it seem like he's going to set me down normally. But, as you would've guessed, he doesn't. He picks me up again, surprising me and making me squirm a bit, but not out of fear, I knew he wouldn't drop me or anything. I just flinched a little because I was surprised. He lifts me over the side of the pool just like before but, this time he steps on the one loose tile on the perimeter of the pool rim. He starts teetering over and I get even more surprised as we both land in the water fully clothed. We both emerge from the water laughing as we start to tread water in our heavy jeans. And no more than a second later I hear my dog barking from inside the house and the pitter patter or frantic paws along the kitchen tiles. And before we could even comprehend what was going on my dog barrels straight through the screen door on his way to probably try to 'save us'. I don't know how he would've saved us he didn't even like the pool. But, it's the thought that counts I suppose. I miss him.

Yup. That'll do.

Flying Machine

I wish I was an aeroplane,
A flying horse with a metallic mane.
Soaring through the crystal sky,
The silk-thin air gets me high.
Hoping that I never crash,
And turn my passengers to ash.
But at least when you're an aeroplane,
A handy mechanic can heal your pain.

Greetings

Hello