Etched into driftwood and cast away, messages to some future soul seeking a glimmer of truth...
At great distances lies the secret to vision without movement Waves crashing in stop-motion—the artist’s strokes slow, deliberate— Press a button and the whole film plays in seconds Millennia compressed to a bite-sized chunk That still manages to get stuck in the throat Though we didn’t need to breathe, anyway.
Is it strange that we living beingsSearch for meaning on silver screens?Or that we scan ink spots printed neatly on paperTo find the truth of our existence?Until I wrote these questions, I didn’t know.Now, my answer is no.Each one of us contains some piece of the truth.Small or large, dim or bright, quiet or deafeningThe… Continue reading There May Be Something to This Writing Thing After All
Sometimes I turn a corner, or open a door to a room I’ve never seenAnd it’s like heaven broke upon the Earth in rivers of color and beauty.For all of humanity’s faults, there is something to be said for the things we create.Beauty for beauty’s sake.Ornaments whose only purpose is to make others smile.The creator’s… Continue reading What We Made
I see a figure standing hereHidden within the shadowed hallHead bowed in grief, consumed by fearForetelling how the world will fall. Beside them one who laughs at deathSets fire to their solemn soulThe spark is lit and fanned by breathOf hurricanes and rock 'n' roll 'Cross oceans red with rebels' bloodWith sights set on a… Continue reading The Search for Sand