Oh the hideous things I've seen,

violent outbursts, hurt feelings,

sad faces, and dead end ways.

I am told always the same thing:

That's what life is, that's what we do

we suffer the arrogant, and we sell

our time, our days.

I am young enough to think some

things could be resolved.

some questions can have answers,

first, we admit our faults.

Eyes high with a ( Read more... )

I feel my options shrink.  I work and I work, grueling physical labor sun-up to sun-down.  At the beginning of each day, I hope for the day to be over.  I am miserable and lonely.  How did I get here?  How did I become another person overworked and unhappy?  We say we'll have money after this and our options will increase.  But, I hear the voices ( Read more... )

you understand, don't you?  what does this moment require?  what i ou purpose?  

It hasn't sunk in yet.  The dirt, the rotting plants, the sprouting seed, the rain and the sun, the air, all of it still somehow on the surface of a depth of an experience that I am still descending into.  My first real job in more than a decade, the prospect of money shimmering like heat off the pavement in the distance, my tired, aching body ( Read more... )

A machine is a creation that has been designed for a purpose.  A human is not a machine.  We were not designed, though we appear to be.  We are the product of an evolutionary algorithm that has been running for a billion years on our planet.  Though we remain special.  We are the animal that would make a god of our ability to design machines.  We ( Read more... )

Ilana's getting married.  I saw that coming.  Woe.  Love is a bitch.  I quit.

Our love began with recognition ( Read more... )

I feel right in a thunderstorm counting the seconds between flashes and the cracking and roaring. Smelling the dampening dust on the temperamental gusts of narrow valleys and mountains, wet with the inspiration unique to these storms that come of two in the morning while everyone else is sleeping. Wet with the cold drops and cold with the wind and ( Read more... )

There's one like a crushed heart ( Read more... )

Every thought has a specific condition. It relies on a premise, a mood, an emotion, or lack of emotion - it relies on more than we comprehend and it relies on more than we apprehend. Still out thoughts can carry the heaviest weight and still they can crumble under the slightest pressure. The latter seems the most honest condition of a thought, ( Read more... )