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The Trial of Prometheus One day the heavenly hounds corner the ego thief out on the open plain, one full state of consciousness from the safety of his lair. Caught red-hearted, wielding the divine flame in some passionate purpose he twists and turns dodging the scythe, but Saturn's cold gaze pins him and summons the karma court for a full accounting. Witnesses are called not just from this life but all the way... Read More
POETRY IN MOTION AKA BAGS AND SAGS My eyes bag, my boobs sag lower down I can't see. Can't see my toes, OHH what woes! My eyelids have covered my nose. My hair is white, but you'd never know, my roots don't ever show. I can't see but I pee a lot, ya know how that goes. But I've got quick wit, in my mind I am fit, So younguns don't ya mess with me today I been there I done that got more to do, don't be getting in my way. I didn't arrive on a truck full of s - - t I've forgot... Read More
Looking through my front window this morning, I was greeted by the beautiful glistening of snow that blanketed the ground. For about two minutes, the scene was a peaceful and serene one. Then, like a lumbering bear just coming out of hibernation, a Department of Highways truck appeared on the scene planning to gobble up the snow lying on the highway and the secondary road that runs along my home. All serenity and quiet was quickly disrupted as the heavy, salt laden, tru... Read More
"Every leaf speaks bliss to me, fluttering from the autumn tree." (Emily Bronte) "Life is what happens to you while you're busy making other plans." (John Lennon) I woke before dawn this morning. It was chilly and very quiet; my favorite time of day to work. As I always do, I made a cup of coffee, sat down at my computer and began to answer the business email that had come while I slept. A few hours later I noticed that first brightening of the eastern sky; dawn was approac... Read More
It's not supposed to be this way. The rain I mean. The sullen, gray skies belong in November, not now, not here, not in October. The October rain is cold and steady. The day is morose and dark. Not a sad day but a melancholy mood could set in if I were not careful. The October rain comes too early; the world outside seems out-of-step and incongruent with the world inside --- my mind. I think we could all let the little things carry us off to dark corners where we don't like to be.... Read More
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