Simple WisdomThe old man's words swirledaround the room with the smokefrom his cigar."Well, since you asked,"was coughed from his wizenedthroat. "Save as much moneyas you possibly can.Don't buy cable. Read.Write. A lot. Read some more.Take pictures of extra ordinary things.Print your pictures,frame them.Handwrite all of your mail,and lick the stamps yourself.Travel the world, and collect friends wherever you go.Live simply.Oh, and don't try to keep upwith the Jones. They will covetyour simplicity. Your resourcefulness.Your contentment.Never listen to a bankwhen they say you can afforda certain sized house.Divide that in half.
Ars Moriendi“Have you lost yourself in the hush of your dilecta?”The dying lark crumples at the thorn of nature, She is not perfect. If only I could remove the shadows Brandished by dishonest cosmopolitan eyes, which resolve Like earth to her body self-immolating on perfection,So resolved, for disharmonious drones, a dreary opiate of trepidation and antipathyThe languid intravenous of the “Ars moriendi”.“And the skyline is a despot, thrashing with a pedantic light.”Light dies atop her flesh, darkness will seek out new crevicesMoving from the inlets of scars shallow off of famine, That speak in Homer’s