tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-72628049659039462902012-02-17T14:14:16.626+13:00Neal Barberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15572357618470979932noreply@blogger.comBlogger111100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7262804965903946290.post-36163825926926818982009-09-30T05:00:00.004+13:002009-09-30T08:06:38.908+13:00

Another 5am in the office Pouring over philosophyeducationresearch It all seems so petty Pernicious paradigms pilfering profundity Couldn't sleep Things said at meeting Rudely waking me Gorgonic governance growing graceless

Neal Barberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15572357618470979932noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7262804965903946290.post-40439229115223741282008-12-12T16:30:00.002+13:002008-12-12T16:32:21.244+13:00

I was doing some tidying last night and came across my writing book. So, over the next wee while I will post my musings here. I will, however, put the date they were written as my post date so you may have to click through my tag cloud to find what little treasures interest you.

Neal Barberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15572357618470979932noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7262804965903946290.post-3976798728938882772008-09-05T10:39:00.003+12:002008-09-05T10:48:25.645+12:00

Insides hollowed out - nothing there at allhuskWalking through cities of glass; hallowed hallhuskDawn brings with her the promise of somethingrustBut joy she does not bring - bells will not ringrustInstead she brings life; more hours - walking husk

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Red eyes twinkling, lightCalling to me; craving meIn him is me; dark

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The work day looms largeBegins to lengthen, extendLonger as week wanes

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Vagueness pushing in from the edgesClambering, clinging, clawingVagueness threatening to take overPulling, pushing, pressingVagueness dragging me under

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The wells of creativity slow to a trickle. What once gushed forth now takes effort to squeeze; the resulting dribble is the pus from a festering blister on the face of humanity. As a great man once said: "The spirit is willing but the flesh is unable." In my case the spirit's willingness is not matched by its ability. Perhaps just waiting for some time; let the muse strike when he will - dressed

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The remembered flash of lightening burnt on your retina; lingering long. I still remember you. When time slows down to creep imperceptibly. I can smell you; taste you; feel you. Even though you are not here with me anymore I can sense your ghost. It has taken so long; ghosts still worry me; there is no sanctuary in dreams.

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Darkness has fallen. The campus is deserted; my heart shrouded in doubt. I walk through this place but lack the sense of belonging. The sense of love. Yet somewhere, deep inside, the welling begins.

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A swollen moon - nestled among bright stars - rose over the grassland. Tall grass waving in the soft breeze. Stars shedding their pure light on the waiting man. Waiting silently.The movement caught my eye. Such beauty and lithe grace. He shines in the moonlight; silver streak tearing through the dark grass as the space-fabric is torn by countless alien suns. Suns now lending their light to his

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Black. Darkness. Nothing. Reality flipped, a piece of paper crushed by god's powerful hand.-Why am I here?I had lost all sens of myself. I was shrinking; an ice-cube left in the sun. Un-needed.-Why won't you talk to me?! Why am I here?! Answer me! Why?!Like a leaf tossed on angry seas I was in turmoil. No one was answering, did not one care? I must face this on my own, on one can help. I must

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