I read a post on Sleepy Eagle’s site tonight titled A Songwriter, a Monster, and a Myth. Sleepy Eagle wrote, “I never really knew the man, all I had to go by were myths and stories passed down by a family that seemed to hate him. He was abusive, unfaithful, drunk, and stoned on some strange combination [...]
The carnage wreaked its vengeance on those they led into war. The dying and dead lay about them and blood flowed over the land. They eyed each other, swords drawn, knowing for one or both this may be the last few moments of existence. One looked around and saw his comrades no more. He realized he forgot why [...]
I live in the north part of North America. The area which “enjoys” a minimum of four months of snow every year and advertises four distinct seasons. The last few years, since I moved back from the temperate climate of Mexico, has been an eye opener. My garden didn’t survive last year and this year [...]
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Yi-Ching’s waking up new camera strollings :.Something is brewing you can sniff it in the air someone is stirring springs squeak their complaints muffled shuffle of slippered feet ancient hollows blackened alcoves palpable fear replete Something is awaking you can feel it in your bones someone is approaching palpable contraction of intestines pangs like hunger tormented imagination imminent destiny convenes Somewhere it’s happening you can sense it through your glands someone is encroaching unfamiliar footwear on the tiles hushed breath [...]
Once sampled the sweet nectar of lexical love rests on the lips as a kiss would oh temptress is she that I can’t resist her clutches she beckons to the lonely wordsmith helplessly lost in the fading twilight and fosters his spirit hence he may spread his wings in glorious soul flight
When will we be ready then? When we’re all siting quietly, cross-legged on the lawn.. Or in front of the telly.. I can imagine… “This is a CNN ‘Breaking News’ event… we go live to Mount Everest where the lord God is due to make a sensational live public appearance.. stay with us.. after a this message [...]
Archive for Tigercity's Growls »A formless puddle Of energy Rippling, softly Here I float Surrounded by Light I swell In rapturous harmony Existential delight ! Must I go ? Must I choose The trauma And heartache Of this Life ? Darkness descends A bloodied womb My cradle The beating heart My only constancy Oh the pain ! I wince My face distorted Squinting at the brightness Reluctantly I emerge Into the cold
Oh Soul so tender
How You flinch at my touch
A purplish glow
Replaces the light
Revealing the bruises
Inflicted by
Life
Why choose this suffering?
Divine creator
of chaos
I cry…
And I plead
Take me back to the beginning
Oh how I yearn to know!
I am willing
Heart wide open
Listening…
Waiting…
For enlightenment
to unfold
stealthily in search of the key we dip into pockets near and far yet to discover the illusive freedom exists within
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bouzouki | August 31, 2009
Bouzouki means can’t be tuned, or close to that, according to Tim O’Brien. I had found somewhere that bouzoukis were improvisationally played instruments used in brothels and bordellos, i suppose somewhat similar to a New Orleans piano player. I heard of a person, trying to sell a bouzouki, got a visit from the [...]
bouzouki | August 30, 2009
Not knowing much of anything about these machines, other than they make me nervous, I decided to drink too much fluid to calm my shaking fingers. My guests seemed to make it to the nearby toilets and in a flash I realized that it was time for an alley. i can’t tell you [...]
Coal | August 30, 2009
The lump coughed, belching another cloud of smoke, as he shook his head in frustration.
“Buffalo, where are you?”
No answer.
“Damn, it’s getting lonely!”
“The Dead Guy is being Dead, the Tiger is out in the Jungle, Colleen took the weekend off, Y is taking photos in the concrete jungle, Bouzouki is trying to figure out how this [...]
47whitebuffalo | August 28, 2009
This entry is part 12 of 13 in the series Fire FlyRed kept track of the unfamiliar straight winged stranger from the moment she saw him tumble over the skink’s snout. Even as she nestled each arriving youngster into a cozy napping space, the small for an adult round body head Lady observed the interaction between the blue tail and his [...]
47whitebuffalo | August 26, 2009
This entry is part 11 of 13 in the series Fire FlyAs the young blue tail sped over, around, under, up and down rocks, twigs, branches, and fungi, the straight bodied elder was impressed not only with the skink’s speed and agility, but with the tour he was getting from the skink’s personal route. He noted several [...]
47whitebuffalo | August 22, 2009
This entry is part 10 of 13 in the series Fire FlyConsidering the blue tailed skink’s youth, the elder took no offence and just smiled. “Well, I’m sure these round bodied folk you speak of certainly know where they are and therefore are not at all lost. Um, but we haven’t seen any sign of them [...]
Coal | August 19, 2009
This entry is part 9 of 13 in the series Fire FlyA half hour passed and the situation did not change.
The lights in the home did not respond to the switch. There was no electricity.
The strange light’s illumination and a few candles Coal lit were the only light to be seen. The light just [...]
Coal | August 19, 2009
This entry is part 8 of 13 in the series Fire FlyThe young and strong lifted the elder to the top of the stone so he could speak and be heard.
It was night when it was not time to be night. The mysterious light in the sky appeared to give the surroundings a purplish [...]
Coal | August 18, 2009
This entry is part 7 of 13 in the series Fire FlyCoal, engrossed in the tale of the Fire Fly, did not notice the sky turning dark.
It was a gradual process. At first the dimming appeared as the shadow of a cloud, then it darkened to the extent that Coal looked up, to see [...]
Coal | August 13, 2009
This entry is part 1 of 13 in the series Fire FlyShe waited patiently in the swing, her eyes fixated on the path leading to the woods a stone’s throw away.
It was a pleasant place, the garden where she waited. Her guardian and friend, Coal, looked after all the living things in it. The flowers [...]
47whitebuffalo | August 12, 2009
This entry is part 6 of 13 in the series Fire FlyHaving carried throughout the grasslands the news of the telling of how the straight lined winged folk were transformed into fire carriers, wind settled into a languid cool current barely lifting Mika’s hairs from her small face. The tiny folk gathered round the pair on the swing for the tale so seldom told or heard [...]
47whitebuffalo | August 12, 2009
This entry is part 2 of 13 in the series Fire Fly…a tribe of tiny folk whose home had suffered so long from a drought that
the grasses which had once grown tall enough to scratch the itch on an
elk’s belly, the purple flowering ironweeds, and even the tiniest daisies
had ceased reaching for the sun, wandered to the river’s edge in search of a
new place to [...]
Coal | August 12, 2009
This entry is part 3 of 13 in the series Fire FlyUnbeknown to White Buffalo and Mika, Coal watched the two of them on the swing together. The old man never allowed Mika out of his sight.
This is good for the young one, thought Coal to himself.
It was an unusual year to say the least, [...]
47whitebuffalo | August 12, 2009
This entry is part 4 of 13 in the series Fire Fly“Was the place haunted? Was it, White Buffalo? Is that why no one else lived there?” Mika wiggled closser to the woman beside her.
“Haunted? Oh no, Mika, those absent folk had kept their traditions for honoring the dead and so most passed on without complaints [...]
Coal | August 12, 2009
This entry is part 5 of 13 in the series Fire FlyCoal’s mind turned into a tapestry of moving images as he listened to White Buffalo’s story.
He noticed Mika had allowed herself to become attached to the enchanting story teller.
Coal rented his house to Mika’s parents when the girl was still in diapers, choosing to [...]
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