::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?

Saturday, February 28, 2009


sick at the mere thought 

of anything darin to hurt you 

I say a quick prayer

to a God who may have left this world 

and hope for your soul that he hasn't


with tears in these eyes 

I work harder to control 

this body which shakes 

beneath grief unknown to 



and as grief turns to rage 

I wonder why it is 

he ain't runnin yet. 

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