How do you reckon time in moments? in days? in months? in years?On in the beating of a heart one beat for your family one for your spouse one for you children one for your lifeMoments turn to days turn to months turn to years too fast and they are goneThe beating heart remembers all … Continue reading The Reckoning of Time
Holding close all those you love ‘round fire warm and trueOpen arms and hearts unlike any found abroad Merry smiles all around waiting now to fill joyEvery lasting moments in memory awakened with your return
BrokenCan we live in a world Without order? Can we find peace in madness All things left unruled unordered With ourselves uncentered left far outside centralI think we cannotWe are trapped in orderHeld by linesThat are meant to show usHow things should beOur focus where it is properConformation praised True creativity Shunned Left to wilt … Continue reading Broken
I woke and took a first step, like so many before it felt new, from our structure. Soon the family joined me, as they always do, to breath in fresh free air. My labor has changed, it is my own, and I do it unhindered.
Deep cracks grew as I and the others took our rest. I woke in the morning to find the portal to our home unit torn asunder. Beyond it, I and the others beheld the dancers swaying once more, and the figure with one hand raised, palm out, beckoned our approach. Hand in hand with the … Continue reading Status Update: Sixty Six
I thought I’d give an update on the status of my blog. I have working on a long form post on the changing nature of the American military. I am also in the beginning stages of right on an American Oligarchy. And, I am finally ready to wrap up my “Status Update” line with last … Continue reading Up Coming Posts
Although faded the murmuring truth continued unabated through the night. My home unit trembles as cracks begin to form around its front portal. The others can only stair in awe and these events. To continue with my labor now, now that all this is revealed, seems… futile… and a lie. The figures hand as dropped, … Continue reading Status Update: Sixy
Something is happening. Just beyond the walls of my home unit, visible now from my windows, something… no no, someone is happening. The dancers, who until now have swayed to unheard music, encircle this figure as a single finger from its hand points toward me. The silence that enclosed seems broken and we, I and … Continue reading Status Update: Fifty Nine
Silence slowly creeps into the wall of my home unit. So intense is it that the others are fearful that their breath may waken some unsee force. I too go forward gently as I begin my labor.
Moans turn to whimpers in the pre-light hours. All marvel at the pre-light, that thing so unknown to us. I can feel the last heavy weights of un-truth lifting away. Where will this bring us? Within my labor I hope answers reside.