it only takes one set of footprints
for thousands to follow.
Yes, you may.
we exposed our inner imperfections
defaced our bulkheads
emptied our ballast to crawl in the rust
some days it seemed like we would never be
but we reassembled stronger
piece by piece
now it's time to sail again
Ever since I can remember, my dad's been doing woodworking projects. When I was a kid, this meant plywood cabinets and funky co-karts, but now he produces awesome beds and tables, bookshelves and cabinets, all in hard wood and hand-planed to perfection. For his birthday (OK for two birthdays) I helped him start to document his projects. Well, now he's got a website! Check it out - www.davidpbiddle.com.
Doesn't it just tickle your tongue
We splurge on senseless smacking clacking
All the while minds are racking
Talking, joking, fibbing, passing
Delicate, intricate interactions
Split this world into factions
You can call it fact or fiction
Exquisite space which we all live in:
Wayward world of tactless diction
hovering just above normal
just below sane
a line but the edges are blurred like rain
infinity but never reaching
and we imagine
perfection but the results are varied not stained
into our bliss
a constructed ideal
which we imagine
exists but reality is lost without pain
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