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- Dust by Ryan DunnDecember 27 2008
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What point then, life?
What use, tomorrow?
The moment becomes past
And the future becomes past
And all come as unto dust
Toil and strive, survive
Survive? No, live life.
But wherefore strivest I?
When all for which I strive
Is rendered into dust?
To foster hate and love
And reconcile those two.
To bring sufferage unto one
To bring countenance unto one
Yet both will still be dust.
To breed, expand.
To explore, discover
To fill to overcrowding
To lay waste to the green
And burn it down to dust.
My tomorrow will be as today
As my today becomes yesterday
All I can hope for, and pray
Is the days' soft passing
Until I too am dust.
(C) Copyright
Reproduced here with the kind permission of Ryan DunnWorld of Slippy is going offline as of 1st January 2009, switch your feed to The Sandbox to stay up to date. - The Move Goes WellDecember 21 2008
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The process of re-organising my work and moving to the slippylane.com domain is proceeding well. There are three main public sites (slippylane.com, Index Pages and The Void).
The main site is where I will be posting most of my bloggery, as well as most of my CC-licensed poetry and fiction. Unless otherwise stated, individual blog posts of mine remain unlicensed and free for you to do with as you please.
The Void is a place for me to post random thoughts and ideas that I want to share without them interfering with the flow of the main site.
Posts at the Index Pages will mostly consist of just a title that links to a published google document. The aim is to have an entry at the Index Pages for every Google Document I publish in some form or another. Occasionally, posts will link to something other than a google document - this will just be a link to another of my online creations, projects or entities.
I'm not really going to be posting properly until some time in the new year, but I've slung a couple of items up at all three sites, just to give you a feel for things.
In the new year, I'll be replacing World of Slippy with a simple link to the new site, although some, if not most posts will still be accessible through their post links.
Incidentally, if you want to contribute to slippylane.com - brok'dDecember 17 2008
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broken smile
broken heart
broken mind
shattered dreamsWorld of Slippy is going offline as of 1st January 2009, switch your feed to The Sandbox to stay up to date. - Out of ReachDecember 13 2008
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You are out of reach,
Beyond my grasp now.
I am awoken by dreams.
I want to reach out to you,
To fix what I have done.
I must not, lest it starts again.
I pray you know, deep down,
That I was not driving,
Though I'd rather you hate me,
Than give me leave to be
As I have been.World of Slippy is going offline as of 1st January 2009, switch your feed to The Sandbox to stay up to date. - To Make Sense of the InSensibleDecember 13 2008
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I imagine that there must be one or two of you out there wondering how ol' Slippy got to be such an emotional, nervous wreck to begin with. Well, there's a whole bunch of reasons I won't go into, but one event which had a major impact on my mental health was being a passenger involved in a bus crash in London several years ago. What follows is a free-expression poem/essay that describes the sequence of the day as viewed from within my own mind, written not long after the event. It's rough going in places, but it does give an illustration of how my mind and nerves clash against each other and leave me like a rabbit in the headlights.
To Make Sense of the Insensible
(must I admit the inadmissible?)
Who says it's NOT my fault?
I don't like it here, I don't want to be here
I wanted to stay at home, be lazy, be selfish.
We should have set out at lunchtime
I dragged my feet, held back and waited.
2hrs behind We should have known where we were going,
I didn't read the signs, went the wrong way.
2hrs20 behind We should have changed at Hampstead,
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