(For Someone With A Hatchet And A Gun... And Blood Dripping)
Hell hath no fury like this
And death no dread
Like this dark place to which I sink
And from which I announce my despair…and give birth
To this unholy thing... That I have borne
And of which I... Am now involuntarily delivered…
A person scorned... Must never know
This gut-wrenching…soul emptying
Unending…light-forbidding tunnel
Into which I have fallen…and am falling endlessly…
This black hole that drains… and keeps draining
My heart of its courage
I have hurt… but no more…
The hope of my pain has dissipated
Leaving me numb…and stiff
With the despair of my uncertainty
I am lost ...
In the gateless penitentiary ... Of my lack of grasp
Of time…and space…and feeling
I would cry much louder
Except... I can’t hear myself
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The Challenges of Being and Becoming The tension between who we are and who we must become in order to realize our fullest human potential...
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I arise out of myself… The season of essential dormancy has run its course. I am awake now. With a deep breath and outstretched arms, I ma...
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…And I awoke in the arena of my intrigue To witness the dark tales of my surreal anticipation… A lion embracing a bear And littering realit...
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