"The world breaks every one and afterward many are strong at the broken places. But those that will not break it kills. It kills the very good and the very gentle and the very brave impartially. If you are none of these you can be sure it will kill you too but there will be no special hurry."
~ Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell To Arms



"Our lives disconnect and reconnect, we move on, and later we may touch one another, again bounce away. This is the felt shape of a human life, neither simply linear nor wholly disjunctive nor endlessly bifurcating, but rather this bouncey sequence of bumping into's and tumblings apart."
~ Salman Rushdie, The Ground Beneath Her Feet



Monday, September 24, 2012

Tyrant...

 
Inside my head
Lives a tyrant
With a voice of impeccable violence
Seductive and sweet
Consoling and cutting
Deceptive and cunning
In the mire of reality
What is real or an illusion?
The line between happiness and a tear is microscopic
The tyrant questions my good days
Are the days of lucidity an abnormality or a gift
Maybe a curse
To remember when in the valley of desolation
Of what fleetingly passed by my senses
As a life possible and true
It all seems to fade now
Falling away into mist
Disappearing
Time tyrant
Revenge
 
 
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  1. AnonymousSeptember 25, 2012 at 6:59 AM

    "Water"
    You are so thirsty
    the cup is so near
    Just lift it to your lips
    the water is made pure
    by the cross.
    You will be purged
    You will be refreshed
    Your soul restored.

    They did it in the desert
    their bodies full of the
    diseases of Egypt.
    Oh the water of Marah
    so bitter at first
    but made sweet by the tree
    Their bodies purged
    made ready now, for the journey.

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