A tossed salad of poetry, art and ideas.
“Art is Individualism, and Individualism is a disturbing and disintegrating force. Therein lies its immense value. For what it seeks to disturb is monotony of type, slavery of custom, tyranny of habit, and the reduction of man to the level of a machine.” — Oscar Wilde
within the inner quiet
that which appears essential soon dissipates
to become what it is.
drifting flakes of brilliance
cascading, flavors of luminescence
splashing from fountains of promise
the timid roll-playing troubadour
distracted by his imminent demise
holds the broken mirror, wondering.
oaken whispers, saturated in sweet raspberry
tenderness, stemmed glasses raised