Thursasprengir

My head is like a pimple on the Earth's backside full of ideas ready to explode

In a cavalcade of words and images snippets of sound and profound, lugubrious ideas, I, like those before me, am being sculpted, molded, carved, beaten, fired and ultimately tempered. A wealth of knowledge and a discerning mind are not achieved in a single, fateful stroke. Arduous, but worthwhile. Painful, but fruitful. Crushing, but strangely, comfortingly, astoundingly calming.

With piercing pips and invisible wing-beats a tiny bird flits from branch to branch, her beak stuffed with worms and grubs Her tiny brood awaits her in the deep and fragrant undergrowth, silent against the slavering, bloody jaws that so hungrily seek them I stand silent, still Watching her scan the ferns and maple seedlings, the cones and needles moss, lichen and bits of fallen cedars. She knows that I am here and somehow she understands that I mean her no harm Perhaps the mushrooms in my basket have convinced her... And yet, it could be that my strange appearance, my unexpected intrusion into her calm green world, instead of eliciting f

​There is a spring welling up into my life eternal, pure and clear It starts from a row of rocks mid-way through a walk welling up into my life eternal, pure and clear It starts from a row of rocks mid-way through a walk at the end of a cul-de-sac and flows cleanly and sweetly life giving and bright, soothing in its gentle acceptance of things usually left unsaid It starts from a mountain lake shining, vibrant and alive with gold glistening ripples of uncatchable fish and a summer sun sliding out from behind the peaks It starts from a deep canyon alive with the smell of rivers, campfires and cottonwoods while the leaves sweetly age a

Beautiful Heartbreaking against the sunset Deadly Annoying at 4:00 am Descendants of greater things