There is no reconciliation. There is only the sound of others conversing, laughing. Fragments of pain escape when my heart turns in convulsions. Echoes of biased narratives designed to manipulate. Shouting, screaming in joy to show others how happy you are. Sadness, starting in my mind and plunging back down to its source, dragging bitsContinue reading “There is no reconciliation”
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Sunrise Redux
Sunrise, when prepared for, always takes an eternity. The sky warms for what feels like ages. In this time, two options spring forth: either the horizon changes almost imperceptibly quickly or the mind, unhinged with anticipation, creates in the yet unborn new day a depth hitherto unknown. The lifeguard stand a perfect vantage point. Waiting,Continue reading “Sunrise Redux”
Unmoored
What a weird world I live in, a weird reality I create and inhabit. I dwell amongst my perceptions yet they know me not. Unease filters like icy water down my spine. Faint wisps of that which is missing drift through the trees. The sun, long obscured now, hung distant beneath the clouds. Many forgottenContinue reading “Unmoored”
Words Expressed and Truth Unknown
Visions of reign feign down upon life, My soul empties Slits of red angular motion, Peak to Peak, I see it all. Whoever wishes, may Whoever dreams, realizes Whoever struggles with the eternal, becomes His purpose in the painful afterglow of life’s first moments. Shimmering doubts light the fire of the will. My soul longsContinue reading “Words Expressed and Truth Unknown”
New Hollywood
Of all the new artists of worth, those who will last and will be played into the second half of this century, none wish to be Hollywood, none wish to pursue the path to fraudom. The siren song has lost its luster; something new is coming. The old is passing away, even if it isContinue reading “New Hollywood”
Passing Through
Ridged with depth and light, the clouds cut off the sun, its last rays shooting off, vivid, angular, frantic. Soon darkness would erase texture, and the moment would melt. But that’s later, you are here with me now, no wishing needed. Each cloud was well-defined, as it should be: some glowing with light, some wereContinue reading “Passing Through”
“Excessive Consciousness is a Disease”– Dostoevsky
To re-create that which is infused with melancholy and charm in a sparsely populated brewery room ravaged by the years of small town living and the recent pandemic would be tricky indeed. Vulnerable chords and gloomy laughter, peaceful sessions of music. The room is lit, not dimly, but not happily. Here it is still natural,Continue reading ““Excessive Consciousness is a Disease”– Dostoevsky”
Lines are Circles Falling Down
If I put lines in front of you that rhyme, And blast you off into the bliss outside of time, And wreck you until all of the fruit is gone and there is only rind, Then you see it was all a game to open your mind, You’re mine Fine, I start again backwards andContinue reading “Lines are Circles Falling Down”
Source Unending
Think this is it? It’s gonna get fun from here. We haven’t even reached second grade yet. Modern scum. You emptied yourself to be acceptable. I emptied myself to live. I have nothing. You’ve got diminishing returns and a bank account. You are only now becoming dimly aware that it’s all going to end. I’veContinue reading “Source Unending”
Falling Stars
Get these kids on a steady diet of Roman history. God, what the hell is wrong with this generation? If you want to think and think well, if you want to create in your mind schemes of complex synchronicity and draw others to you in connective tissue of transcendence, just a thought BUT, critical raceContinue reading “Falling Stars”
