What’s the point of crying ‘freedom’, when it seems we just willingly trade one set of chains for another?
Archive for November, 2006
Posted in Pieces on November 23, 2006 | 6 Comments »
Posted in Pieces on November 22, 2006 | Leave a Comment »
When the sun sets on my horizon, does it rise on you?
Child
Posted in Poetry on November 18, 2006 | Leave a Comment »
Let us hark back
To yond better days
Of small pleasures, and little joys
Smiles, brought by simple toys
Sans responsibility, and the
Countless whims
Of burdened life
When juvenile folly
Had no price, Save the
Cuts and bruises
Of child’s play, and
Perhaps a tear, or two
On rainy days
Where are are those days
Of childhood wonder?
Of hiding beneath sheets
At the sound of thunder
Of contentment, with
Young imagination, [...]
Posted in Pieces on November 17, 2006 | Leave a Comment »
In desperation, she picks up the phone, and talks to the dial tone.
The World Forgot (Us Both)
Posted in Prose on November 15, 2006 | 5 Comments »
I got your email today.
I sat there for a while, not sure of what to do, exactly. You brought back a lot of memories, just like that. Never thought I would feel so overwhelmed.
I found myself smiling.
Have you forgotten me?
No- no, my dear. Au contraire. I haven’t forgotten you at all.
I think of you [...]
Compass
Posted in Poetry on November 12, 2006 | Leave a Comment »
We, walking, breathing
Tragedy, tragic and
Blissfully unaware
Finding our way
In a lost world, with
No map, no direction
The needle spins, points
To moving images, and
Hypnotic sounds, as we
Reach out to names, numbers
On dull, flickering screens
We mistake, for ourselves
In blurred, mirror, reflections
We are distracted from truth
And fall asleep, in false peace.
Posted in Pieces on November 8, 2006 | Leave a Comment »
Every word is stained with the hand of the writer.
Midnight
Posted in Prose on November 4, 2006 | 2 Comments »
I talk to her at night, usually.
She’d just be sitting by the side of the bed, doing her own little thing, as I walk into the room. Sometimes she’d be reading, or rearranging the vase of flowers on the bedside table. Most of the time, though, she’d be scribbling something in that small, black notebook [...]
An Ode To Brotherhood
Posted in Poetry on November 3, 2006 | Leave a Comment »
Brother
Flesh of my flesh
Of my same blood
Who shares my name
Dear part of my soul
Brother
Take my hand
And believe, we
Can fly, and
Conquer all
In our way
Brother of mine
Truth, we will find
As we stand
Together, and
Strength, in
Our unity
So as we came to be
We will leave, greater.
Posted in Pieces on November 1, 2006 | 6 Comments »
Only a fool waits by the phone.