Lost: Everything

What are we doing? I live my life like I live my dreams, under the veil of control and the illusion of reality. Individual destiny is as relative in usefulness as a single snowflake in an avalanche of indifference. Easy to live and easier to forget, I trudge on through a landscape that changes only … Continue reading

Dream to be Free

What a rush. The world stands still as the soul separates itself from its shackles and soars towards the heavens, channeling Orvilles and Wilburs as the breeze ripples its embodiment in joyous applause, weightless and buoyant in pious freedom whose purity is matched only by those who dared not to dream. Fading glimmers on a … Continue reading

The Ultimate Search

A simple touch, a devious look, a subtle smile. Hair flowing like beams of golden light, forcefully destroying darkness and fear. Mysterious, intriguing, exhilarating. The rest of the world melts away as the tunnel focuses on the inviting eyes that reach deep into the heart, daring it to ignore logic and let impulse guide it … Continue reading

Kinds of Our Time

Wandering souls on a moving landscape of expectation juxtaposed against a sea of self entitlement and disbelief; held accounted for by the unicorned armies that slave tirelessly in the name of an ideal of their own creation stopping only to notice the flaws of others; building fruitless waves of anger and depression; self medicated and … Continue reading

Life as Rhythmic Variation

So I’m not one for poetry but talking to some Shakespearian actors got me pumped about his iambic pentameter. This is not pentameter nor iambic. There isn’t really an underlying theme, some of it doesn’t follow the beat, and some of it doesn’t even rhyme. This is essentially the most basic form of broken poetry one could write.  … Continue reading