2010
09.02
There is a tree perched, with its luminous gold leaves, basking in the glow atop a sun blanketed hill.
When adults are busy tending to “adult things” the children go to frolic and enjoy the shade of the timber.
I often wander up this hill, drifting there on thoughts given a heartbeat in the deep reaches of my conscious. When I reach a place of perched root to rest my head, I engage the tree in the most fortunate of conversations.
I elicit the tree for ageless tales, from long before my own blood walked this hill. Ample plumage of turning seasons never fail to provide an account of history only the eternity of its trunk could provide.
The stories themselves always seem to transcend our common exchange and become as biopic as they are epic.
2010
08.12
So confused, I rid myself
Of that which could help ease all
Down an unlit path
Full speed ahead; crash
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2010
08.04
If a soul can walk amongst, shaded and shrouded from the known and being, a persistent form, even of pestilence, let him go forth and seek the answers of the ghastly visage itself.
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2010
06.28
It is another sweltering hot summer day. The humidity is suffocating. The lure of enjoying the great outdoors is quickly overshadowed by the sun induced, mosaic hallucinations. It is the ninth summer of his nine year life and he is stuck inside grandma’s apartment building. Housing a collection of seniors only rivaled by the suburbs of south Florida, finding variety of activity or any entertainment in this building is a lost cause. For the magical event’s that will soon transpire, this setting is surly and completely inadequate.
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2010
05.17
PROLOGUE:
when the wind blows
I set sail
until last gasp gust
I journey forth
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