I’ve spoken many times before about the dark age of information. It’s a theory, or perspective, if you will, about the direction of society’s fact gathering. To sum up, there will be so much information released, and so much misinformation released by those who haven’t fact checked, parade opinion as fact, or are negatively affected … More Dark Age of Information
A nation wrapped in warm blankets, But discontent, Given sentries and servants, But fearful, Shown the horrors of other places, But complains. What can be done about such Spoiled children, When they are as was hoped For them.
It’s the fourth of July, our country’s birthday. I love the United States, even if that is a view somehow unpopular anymore with so many. All around me I hear a constant disdain for a system that attempts to provide freedom and safety at the same time, an impossible task to begin with; and yet … More Not buying the rage.
The city’s wisest tree Cannot be easily Found, A mismatched mirror Above and at the Ground, The roots running rivers Through the sparse Grass, Boughs above alive and A green branching Mass, It shows just enough To teach a passer-by Life, Though hidden in its leaves Are the scarred marks of Strife, Each twig and … More The City’s Wisest Tree
The main one, my right hand, five weeks ago. A fifth metacarpal break, also known as a “boxer’s fracture.” The damage amounted to just shy of needing surgery; anymore of an angle, anymore of a displacement, and I’d have needed pins and screws. Able to type properly again, blogging can continue.
How long can it be kept away, Warmth down my stomach between My thighs, how long before the call To the end of unending hunger, When every hip pulls and Eyes lock and breasts press A new starvation through the Length of time since last Feeding, and each new hot Want newer than the cold … More Unending Hunger
Yesterday’s sunrise was one of the most beautiful I had ever seen. Clouds covered all the sky but a slit along the eastern horizon, and they turned from deep orange to yellow as the fiery orb peeked over the mountains, coloring even the distant downpours waterfalling along the north and west. Soon two rainbows appeared, … More Sunrise
When life has forced you to stop doing poetry so long it hurts… … More Old Song
A cycle of anger turning round and round, Resolution’s dam built and broke over again, Filling a lake with forgiveness, Only to release a flood of revenge. Somehow turn away. Somehow let it stay. – When right is right and blazing white hot, Ready to burn the wrong tinder away, What keeps the fire back, … More Incensed
A rushing river stagnant in time, Storm rain stopped in the sky, A crashing waterfall frozen in place, The whirl of my thought, The pool of my mind. – A glinting sword stuck so sharp, Hidden dagger paused deep in a heart, A slicing knife halts its slide, The metal of my thought, The edge … More My Thought, My Mind