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I am nothing. I am a single grain of sand amongst billions. I am a single voice within a crowd. I am human, I am god, I am here, and this is what I have to say:

Thursday, June 10, 2010

Tearing Up

We weren't kicked out of Eden, we've been living in it this whole time, but through our greed and our hate we have fallen. Our eyes have turned and become blind. People drive cars across streets black, dotted-yellow, and red. Stained by the blood of creatures we have made prematurely dead. While crude oil spills into our sea unheeded, because we thought these machines were sorely needed. Trees felled, cut, and eyes swelled shut.
Oh, the tears, our world is crying. Oh, the tears we left in dying.

Sunday, June 6, 2010

Burned Out.

It's taking forever. This candle burns, but there is no light from the flame. Only intensity. Cupped hands recoil, flex as wax sears intricate rivulet patterns through fingers. You cannot hold this.

It's taking forever. Passion burns and fizzles out while new ideas and new hopes give way to reason. Lost souls turn to lost minds as hands are forced into the fire, desperately seeking to feel the warmth, they wrap arms around and graciously accept the blistering pain, convinced there is no difference. You cannot hold this.

It's taking forever. Intensity turns you away from gazing at the sun, its presence felt, but too much to bear. Like this burning candle that screams and sears and melts its trace through your fingers, into darkness, and leaves you, wishing you could have held it.