Sunday Squibs

 

It's crippling

This feeling of low self-esteem

Best let this feeling

Run out of steam 

Descartes split the atom

He sheared body from soul

We're still picking up pieces

Will we ever be whole?

Reading a guidebook gives a tour of a country's culture.

Reading a grammar of its language gives a tour of its consciousness.

Hope's like the moon - slightest sliver will do 

Then the two nights all dark we must whistle on through

Those thinking to game the system often find too late that the game has already been played and won by the pros. 

The planet’s rotation 

-Its path ‘round the sun

Is the ultimate scrolling

It's time being spun

I spill crackers and soup

As others drop names

Says my bud Billy Shakespeare

All’s soiled by these games

We Christians don't have hundreds of gods like the Hindus. 

We have hundreds of sects instead.

Sometimes the words meant to be love

Sound rather like cannons or gunfire above 

The listener will then take it into his head

This person who loves me wishes me dead

The celebrity is only as good as his/her latest celebration.