Watching a spider weave its web.
My fight against hatred
Mine Eyes: I am →
jesseleach: I am not a question mark I am a period I am not shallow water I am the depths of the oceans I am not a portion I am the whole I am not an afterthought I am the subject at hand to be debated and discussed with fervor I am not a sentence I am the chapter and the trilogy I am not a…
What a corporate web we weave
Watching the ebb an flow of servant, slave, master on a faster pace than mine, cogs in a machine or souls in a silent scream longing to escape the pace of commerce that doesn’t make cents in the long run. Schedules filled with appointments, meetings, crunch numbers, graphs and charts make money fast or your job won’t last past lunch times break back to the cage cubical time stamp punch clock...
The Hudson River
From miles away I hear her voice Wherever I go she is in my blood Visions of her drift in my mind as night soothes me to sleep I ride alongside her with the wind in my hair, the sun on my face She parts the mountains and paves the valleys She is the pathway to my home I am realizing how much she has become a part of me Longing to drift on her currents and wake up where the sea meets...
This world is a sinking ship tossed by the waves...
This place and the weight it places on the shoulders of those who pass it by in the night. Looking on and out the windows as the world goes by pieces of me drifting out into the dark air. Bitterness in the hearts of men, their words can stick and fester, rotting the core of beauty and light. A small voice wells up inside me speaking in tongues I have almost forgotten, amnesia of the bright...
colors bounce and reflect of mornings light dancing in a silhouette of dusk and life reborn how many times will I awake and remember the face of the moon light covering my eyes with the glow of summer thrill of freedom unclouded by the blur of in-distinction and momentary bliss kiss the face of the sunlight rays drifting down from the heavens calling to the inner most being of my soul what once...
John Cusack is great, interesting interview & love... →
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Nothing has changed but everything.
Words appear and erase trying to keep pace with my torn spirit, sleepless and restless my bones burn with anticipation to be out of step, out of breath, from living this life free and wild, unsung, undone over the feeling of longing for an escape. Craving “normal” routines comfort in dreams and as I lie awake in the arms of God or the demons embrace cut to the chase, end this reign of...
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