some place else to be driftin’…
Posted in Transpositions on Jun 14th, 2007
There is something basically selfish in every human being. Even putting that personal drive for survival aside, there are still those secondary reachings that disgust me everytime I recognize their shapes and directions in myself. I have no illusions at all. These things, in varying degrees, suffuse our characters. Chaos and order braided into one […]
Posted in Journal, Out of the Box on Jun 24th, 2007
What would have Neruda been like without his love for country? Would Gibran have been just another Lebanese extolling the cedars of his native land without Haskell’s interjections? Would Martin Luther King still be as remembered now without his dream?
What would I be if all possibility was taken out of my essence? […]
Posted in Transpositions on Jun 26th, 2007
You take my mind to moonlight, and visions of heaving seas and undulating land, and to souls yet tectonic in speechlessness. Who I treasured before you didn’t matter, what I was and have never been of no consequence, except that I breathed and struggled enough to reach this momentous regard of you.
I need bring no […]
“We are a population of desires, and the only thing which holds us all below excess is other people’s opinions.”
That sudden, if subjective, thought lashed lazy reflection into frenzied attention; unfolding the conversation backwards to its birth, a mutual tapestry unrolled from storage, guilty consciences reviewing every wrinkle of blame and culpability.
I wasn’t even talking […]
