Tonight
So tired tonight
Please hold me tight
The black of night
Can scare me
But morning light
Will make it right,
This endless fight
That shakes me.
Written 10.16.09 @ 11:22 PM
Friday, October 16, 2009
The Realm.
The Realm
I close my eyes,
But the sun still shines;
It can't die in the blackness
Behind their lids,
As I can do
I open them wide,
But the moon is now mine;
It gives birth to the blackness
Of the evening sky,
As I fade into
The realm of the in-between.
Written 10.15.09 @ 11:35 PM
I close my eyes,
But the sun still shines;
It can't die in the blackness
Behind their lids,
As I can do
I open them wide,
But the moon is now mine;
It gives birth to the blackness
Of the evening sky,
As I fade into
The realm of the in-between.
Written 10.15.09 @ 11:35 PM
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
Pain on the Palate.
Pain on the PalateI taste your pain
It's bitter and poignant
On the bed of my tongue;
But I'll take it for you
And swallow it whole
So your heart won't be stung
By love's grief
This dish, let me have it
For my progressed palate
Has grown to be numb
To life's bitter treats
And to see you reborn
Without scars from love's scorn
Will be all that I need
So give it to me,
And be free.
Picture Taken 6.1.08 @ 12:39 PM
Written 10.14.09 @ 11:43 PM
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
Getting off the Ground.
Getting off the GroundGrounded to and by the Earth,
To feel her worth;
She's bounded
Anchored deep down,
To the heavy ground;
She yearns to be liberated
But if she spreads her wings wider,
And lets the wind guide her,
The sky will be her bed
So sleep tight, sweet Flyer,
For tomorrow much higher
Will you soar from this passing dread.
Picture Taken 5.1.08 @ 9:09 AM
Written 10.13.09 @ 11:34 PM
Written 10.13.09 @ 11:34 PM
Monday, October 12, 2009
The Child's Face.
The Child's Face
Last night I dreamt I had a child,
Small and newly-born,
But not from my frail womb
He came to me by a brother
Who carried him in his arm
Alongside my bright-eyed nephew
My older kin acted routinely,
But I knew something was different,
This child's face was special and new
So I took him in my arms
Holding our hearts together
And in that moment knew:
He was mine.
Written 10.12.09 @ 9:36 PM
Last night I dreamt I had a child,
Small and newly-born,
But not from my frail womb
He came to me by a brother
Who carried him in his arm
Alongside my bright-eyed nephew
My older kin acted routinely,
But I knew something was different,
This child's face was special and new
So I took him in my arms
Holding our hearts together
And in that moment knew:
He was mine.
Written 10.12.09 @ 9:36 PM
Sunday, October 11, 2009
Genetics and Toxins.
Genetics and ToxinsGenetically broken,
The disease is token
In the very life you lead
Breaking down slowly,
You don't respond wholly
To the very drugs you need
So a new one we'll give
In hopes that you'll live
A little more easily
But careful, brave one,
With this new medicine
And its fluid toxicity.
Picture Taken 6.26.08 @ 10:32 AM
Written 10.11.09 @ 11:34 PM
The Attack and the Decay: Part 7.
The Attack and the Decay: Part 7
[This is the LAST installment of the short story... it was never finished. I hope you enjoyed it in some way...]
The next block is the condemned homeless shelter. Closed those down over a decade ago. They don’t want to encourage reliance on others and the feeling of helplessness. They want people to build their strength. To learn to “fend for themselves” and “build moral character.” But how are they supposed to help themselves when the government has blacklisted them, not allowing them to have jobs, get married, have licenses to conceive. They’re keeping them down and they know it. They like it that way. If they give them no help, no outlet, no support, they know they’ll eventually die off. And then, one less ugly duckling to look after. Only the beautiful healthy offspring to tend to now. I hate that. I hate the government.
That’s why I refuse to give up my work. That’s why I teach. Because public education is the next duckling that’s struggling for food. And the government has taken every opportunity to push its face down in the mud. To cut off any form of support or encouragement. But they haven’t killed us entirely. And with all that I’ve lost, this is the last thing that I have to hold on to. And I plan to hold on until the very end…even if it means that I’ll be given to the sun. I’d rather see my body wither in its presence than willingly give up this fight. Because it comes down to the children. The future. The chance for our old world to be reborn – the one where happiness still existed and love and life prevailed. If I could help in its rebirth, then I’d leave this life in peace.
Edited 10.10.09 @ 11:34 PM
Originally Written 6.28.06 @ 5:41 AM
[This is the LAST installment of the short story... it was never finished. I hope you enjoyed it in some way...]
The next block is the condemned homeless shelter. Closed those down over a decade ago. They don’t want to encourage reliance on others and the feeling of helplessness. They want people to build their strength. To learn to “fend for themselves” and “build moral character.” But how are they supposed to help themselves when the government has blacklisted them, not allowing them to have jobs, get married, have licenses to conceive. They’re keeping them down and they know it. They like it that way. If they give them no help, no outlet, no support, they know they’ll eventually die off. And then, one less ugly duckling to look after. Only the beautiful healthy offspring to tend to now. I hate that. I hate the government.
That’s why I refuse to give up my work. That’s why I teach. Because public education is the next duckling that’s struggling for food. And the government has taken every opportunity to push its face down in the mud. To cut off any form of support or encouragement. But they haven’t killed us entirely. And with all that I’ve lost, this is the last thing that I have to hold on to. And I plan to hold on until the very end…even if it means that I’ll be given to the sun. I’d rather see my body wither in its presence than willingly give up this fight. Because it comes down to the children. The future. The chance for our old world to be reborn – the one where happiness still existed and love and life prevailed. If I could help in its rebirth, then I’d leave this life in peace.
Edited 10.10.09 @ 11:34 PM
Originally Written 6.28.06 @ 5:41 AM
Saturday, October 10, 2009
The Attack and the Decay: Part 6.
The Attack and the Decay: Part 6
I walk past the criminal facility on the first block. Takes up three total. Seems to be growing more and more every day. What to do with all these criminals, all these “heathens.” Some say kill them, some say leave them to the sun, others say build bigger facilities. I don’t know which is best. Murder…it’s a terrible thing. I can never condone it. But these buildings, growing larger by the minute. Soon there will be more criminals in the world than innocent civilians. Or do we have it all wrong? Are we all criminals, and the ones in those buildings have just been caught? Are we all guilty of one crime or another? Will we all be collected eventually and there will be no innocents left? Nothing but a world of invalids. That would make us easier to control – to overrun and dominate – would it not? Maybe that’s what they want us to think. That we’re poisoned in the mind, unlawful, sinful, terrible creatures. That we need help. And that they are the only ones who can help us be rid of this plague that we have. Would I be in there soon? The thought scares me.
[...TO BE CONTINUED... only one more installment left...]
Edited 10.9.09 @ 11:52 PM
Originally Written 6.28.06 @ 5:41 AM
I walk past the criminal facility on the first block. Takes up three total. Seems to be growing more and more every day. What to do with all these criminals, all these “heathens.” Some say kill them, some say leave them to the sun, others say build bigger facilities. I don’t know which is best. Murder…it’s a terrible thing. I can never condone it. But these buildings, growing larger by the minute. Soon there will be more criminals in the world than innocent civilians. Or do we have it all wrong? Are we all criminals, and the ones in those buildings have just been caught? Are we all guilty of one crime or another? Will we all be collected eventually and there will be no innocents left? Nothing but a world of invalids. That would make us easier to control – to overrun and dominate – would it not? Maybe that’s what they want us to think. That we’re poisoned in the mind, unlawful, sinful, terrible creatures. That we need help. And that they are the only ones who can help us be rid of this plague that we have. Would I be in there soon? The thought scares me.
[...TO BE CONTINUED... only one more installment left...]
Edited 10.9.09 @ 11:52 PM
Originally Written 6.28.06 @ 5:41 AM
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