Violence doesn’t heal.
Tis a short term thing,
Self-inflicted grief
Building upon agony.
Simmering wreckage,
Quite close to home.
New destruction layered
Upon the old.
Gargantuan pachyderm
Calmly sits,
Ignored.
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Ferguson
Violence doesn’t heal.
Tis a short term thing,
Self-inflicted grief
Building upon agony.
Simmering wreckage,
Quite close to home.
New destruction layered
Upon the old.
Gargantuan pachyderm
Calmly sits,
Ignored.
Thanksgiving
Gluttony aside,
Appreciation abounds.
Happy Thanksgiving!
November’s Grace
Glancing upwards now,
A graying sky calming me.
Rain speckles my lens.
Winter’s Caress
Winter’s icy breath
Haunts my dreams.
Awoke, strange chill
Lingering upon my cheek
Arms, sheets, caressing
Silently, presence insisting
Upon awareness.
Winter’s Arrival
Icicle air clings
Upon my extra clothing.
Wondrous clarity.
Migraine’s Doom
The pain
Is all
That I
Am
Living in the Future
This morning, like many, upon waking I grabbed my trusty tablet and organized my day. Email reviewed, tasks considered, organized; yet I’m still warm in bed. What an amazing time!
I wonder: Where do we go from here? Perhaps a Google Glass variant, the Google Contacts, where we do all the above without opening our eyes?
Is there a limit where we just won’t go further? Perhaps a Google Implant will chill us? Or are such things, allowed to simmer a generation or two, eventually a natural notion?
Of such I wonder….
Migraineur
So begins doom
Tendons within the neck
Pulled, slowly, growing
Into ferocity, mercy unknown.
Powerless, collapsing within.
Seeking, simply, to continue
To exist upon the other side.
Survival, sometimes, a worthy
Goal.
Migraineur
So begins doom
Tendons within the neck
Pulled, slowly, growing
Into ferocity, mercy unknown.
Powerless, collapsing within.
Seeking, simply, to continue
To exist upon the other side.
Survival, sometimes, a worthy
Goal.