Sunday, November 17, 2013
Your Move
Past
civilizations submerged by the sea are allegorical of present societies
that are weighted and anchored by their corrupt convictions, finding
themselves grounded on what is now a murky sea floor, where oil meets
wave and an undertow of 99 cent plastic perpetuates their only
substantial ruins for history's log. Their anchor of conviction is
stubborn enough to risk the lives of all who cling to
it as the sea rushes over. Those choosing to let go and rise for
surface, rise for fresh air—leaving those old etched-out surfaces to be
worn and swept away by powerful tides of new and changing currents. May
the waters ever recede: a cleansed soul will be reveled at through
their eyes. Only the modern plastic ruins will have washed away, leaving the sacred stones
of the ancients to remain for history's teachings. And then, once again, we choose
our influence and we rebuild.
Sunday, September 15, 2013
Flames
We slept in flames.
Both singed and
tortured by denial,
sexual smoldering embers
turned charred black ashes.
We burned.
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