I call out and I hear only echoes, echoes of years past Fierce independence, grit and a self-determined life, No replacement for the tribe, for we are but social creatures,
the impenetrable wall, the one that separates, a great dividing plane, yet we yearn for more, beckoned at the siren's call...
A river can never flow incorrectly, for its flow is perfect no matter where it decides to go. As water moves down the river, it slides itself down, around and over anything in its way. The rock that lay in its path stands tall and strong in the face of the turbulent force of the … Continue reading The Tao.
The journey within is a treacherous path. One may only venture with a sword in hand, for the six-headed hydra awaits along the hero's path. One may address a surface manifestation, to remove the head, only to find that the beast has grown two more in its place.
The girl with the dirty blonde hair, the one with the eyes everdeep, like dinner plates wrapped in reflective sheet. I remember a similar gaze, the one that sent an electric shock through my core, the one that made me reach further, just a little bit more. Presence is an interesting thing; so much can … Continue reading dirty blonde.
Life is a constant test; stones and arrows rain from the sky, but watch out, if you catch one you might just die. Don't fret though, it's not an impossible task; many have dodged skin-splitting projectiles for one hundred years... Just remember to keep your eyes wide open. Awareness of what is is the key … Continue reading stones & arrows.
Life can be confusing, all these twists and turns; glimmers of gems, shining through the sand. Be wary of their attractive pull, be mindful of their allure. For not all that glitters is gold, and it seems that I never listen when I'm told. Remain grounded in the present, ignore any futuristic projections, for these … Continue reading the siren call.
I find respite in substance, well, some of the time. In the past, I've struggled with substance abuse. In times past, I could not sit with my feelings; in times past, I would reach for a crutch. Times past is never too far though, for tonight I reached for the bottle. Whiskey and coke, it … Continue reading groundhog day.
I'm a pain professional you see. I've suffered more than most. Pain is no longer a stranger to me; an old friend. A boot through my door is how he chooses to enter, lifting me up by the throat, pinning me against the wall; pain is back again. With one swift motion pain slams me … Continue reading pain.
With a mere snap of your fingers would the tectonic plates shift; in command of such a powerful force are you. A mere singular decision would remove the inch wide space of separation. Such a small space, such a small place; too small a place for more than two - I don't mind competing for … Continue reading snap of the fingers.