::imaginative introspection::

Imagine that all life is an illusion. All that exists is this moment. No past, no future, each memory, every plan, a part of the illusion. Life, in a photograph.

Do you like the image of yourself?

Wednesday, October 29, 2008


The words she cannot say aloud.


Desperate eyes plead against

one cold hardened stare.

Broken under derision. 

Nights spent awake

in silent darkness, waiting.   

god left this place long ago

with trembling hands a prayer

rises with the smoke

a breath cut short in the darkness

as lungs dare not move under

clenched fists.

and with the sunrise

peace for a short while.






 For those who suffer:: seek out help, the prayers of many are with you.



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