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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