who is doing this to us
making us kill each other
making us disappear without a trace
like the power of the whole earth is at stake
who will grab it?...as if it were for grabbing
why do we need more than we have
who is doing this to us
making us want more than we have
making us kill each other for a power that isn't ours
for a history that will disappear without a trace
who does this to us
creates us to kill each other
gives us the power to kill
die with no history
gives only the privileged hope
who kills us without a trace
i weep for the lost time on earth
those dying for nothing but others' glory
who is doing this to us
creating a beauty we can't touch
blinding us to think it is possible
making us kill one another
creating war as a way of life
who is doing this to us
making us believe we are the purpose
we are the center and the beginning and the end, ha ha ha ha
who tells us these lies, tells us it's our fault
who is doing this to us
dying for lies
making us believe the lies are true
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How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.
-William Ernest Henley
about me
Just sitting here, wandering around. Peeking out from time to time. Wondering what's on the other side of the hill.
Me and my dog. Me and my running shoes.
I'll drink the drink and eat the food and rub my hands in the dirt. I'll do handstands in the snow. Laughing and dancing with a straight face.
Me and my dog. Me and my running shoes.
I'll drink the drink and eat the food and rub my hands in the dirt. I'll do handstands in the snow. Laughing and dancing with a straight face.
about wording why
Wording Why is a word workstation of sorts, a space to create vivid snapshots, to tinker with sentences and sounds and pacing, to take things I've experienced (big or small, real or imagined) and paint them into something new.
In the beginning, elements of truth outweighed fiction, but that trend has reversed over the years. Although many posts still contain elements of truth, this should not be confused with a journal or personal nonfiction.
Images as words.
In the beginning, elements of truth outweighed fiction, but that trend has reversed over the years. Although many posts still contain elements of truth, this should not be confused with a journal or personal nonfiction.
Images as words.
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Invictus
Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds and shall find me unafraid.
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.
-William Ernest Henley
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