Friday, February 27, 2009

Blind spot

It's been quite some time since I have actually had to open that old vault of the hidden and share the darkness with someone else. Oh, it's not all coldness; there is a light and color hidden deep within it's recesses. That is what is hidden with the utmost care and sensitivity. The damp road through is really short-lived, though the end isn't really celebration.

The lock is not too hard to open. The key is around here somewhere; it is in his speech, his care, his trust, his hope. The key is almost in his grasp; it is in his kindness, his tenderness, his intention, his unceasing attention.

Wednesday, February 18, 2009

I want my name to be
synonymous with

Monday, February 09, 2009

DesIring Something
other thAn what was delivered
Finding out the Past
really wasn't Pretty
and neither is the world
at your feet
In times of greatness
and times of weakness,
it is exactly what
you didn't want
and exactly what you got
I was foolish to expect
something more
when nothing was there
to begin with
Being young and
foolish is no excuse
for being asleep
when the world
stop asking us why