I opened my front door, stepping out of the dusky apartment block hallway into my lounge room, and saw the answering machine flashing wildly. Ten messages. I felt a moment of dread as I wondered how many of the messages were from her. I pressed play... "J...
We could have had all the luck in the world, but it would not be close to what we needed, for what happened next. I felt all our hopes and dreams rain down like meteors. The light was suddenly blinding and unbearably hot. It was a fool's errand to begin w...
Freedom is Never Free short and to the point free in the rice fields of north korea looking at a madman for food free at the local pubs of north ireland looking to their church for prayer free in the villages of the congo looking to their herds for prospe...
To sing is to be free.Free from care-free from others thoughts on freedom,free to see and share-your sights with the world,and their sights with yourself.To open your mind and just let everything flow about,To open your eyes and see the truth,and the secr...
Elegy on a Night Party The paradigmatic shift in the conceptual map of my liberal and revolutionary platforms of radicalism, existentialism and humanism make things aesthetically absurd and practically effective. Living in the present and progressive tens...
Sound. I envy them, for they wander. They live in deserts and woods, And they wander. They know the language of the desert And of the woods, For they live their lives the way they design. No one calls them back- Home, parents, peers, And no one. They live...
A warm breeze buffets my hair and face. It first invites, then challenges a response. The breeze calls to my horse. It tugs at his mane and plays with his tail. He tosses his head and beseeches me to reply. His hooves tap impatiently at the earth. I sit s...
I used to think a cage would suffice. Food. Shelter. Comfort. A sense of belonging. Seems like a good deal. Until they turn the key and steal your freedom. Trapped. Yet, you’re living the “good life”. The view from the outside looking in— It’s a lie. Trad...
(2/7/13) She was my black female warrior and she stood proud and tall And upon her shoulders her silk hair did fall A spear in one hand and an Axe in the other No one would mess with her, not even her brother. The strength of a lion searching for prey She...
We were young, we had merged as one,We are old, we are still not done.Hearts still youthful, faithful, lovingAlways active, always rovingThus we're striving, thus we're givingEver thoughtful, ever livingThis is just the start of our timeThis is not the la...
Here in my lonely heart, Betwixt that narrow moment of light and shadow Wherein lies the truth that is me. Across the blue expanse, in that open space of nothingness Where angels fall and dance across the barrenness of my enduring soul; Rests the small em...
She likes to run with the horses in the pasture. As the wind blows through their manes, She feels it blow gently through hers. She can feel the ground vibrate From their hooves trampling the land Where they roam and graze As freely as they can. She loves...
Real freedom and real love is a realization of knowing You can not hold someone without restraining yourself Even only a strand of the thinnest thread Still holds you to the other bound Feeling that if broken allows the other to flee Is only a fear that t...
Trite policies delivered to you in plain white envelopes you'd find in your letter box. It will be laced with mind controlling pheromones, taking away your ability to think rationally, dumbing you down to the degree of a circus animal forced into performi...
