The schemes I might have dreamed

All lie in the cut

The means to self esteem

Were anything but

The stains remain

The engines of love are never enough

No more of that stuff

Come to me my soft little ones

Here at the last gasp of the sun

We will meet in our dreams of Gods in Machines

It’s not far to Ithaka…

My friend the End

The need to extend, the flex and the bend

My spoils my foils

My honourable toil

My mortally coils

My yells and smells

The things I can’t sell

My personal hells

I need them as well

Though it seems like the time of our lives

It’s failed to apotheosise

All wreathed in snow

And not far now to go

On the climb up to Ithaka

Σὰ βγεῖς στὸν πηγαιμὸ γιὰ τὴν Ἰθάκη

Νὰ εὔχεσαι νἆναι μακρὺς ὁ δρόμος

Γεμάτος περιπέτειες, γεμάτος γνώσεις

Τοὺς Λαιστρυγόνας καὶ τοὺς Κύκλωπας

Τὸν θυμωμένο Ποσειδῶνα μὴ φοβᾶσαι

Τέτοια στὸν δρόμο σου ποτέ σου δὲν θὰ βρεῖς

Ἂν μέν᾿ ἡ σκέψις σου ὑψηλή, ἂν ἐκλεκτὴ

Συγκίνησις τὸ πνεῦμα καὶ τὸ σῶμα σου ἀγγίζει. (C. Cavafy)

My goals, my LOLS

My lack of control

What’s left of my soul

My quotes my notes

My daft anecdotes

Are all that I wrote

My tools my ghouls

Are all that I’ve got

It wasn’t a lot

I gave it a shot

Let’s all sing the Ithaka song

You hum it and I’ll play along

And all this too must pass

This time it’s your ass

It’s the last push to Ithaka..