(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
Remembering Yitzhak Rabin
(On the assassination of a moderate leader) Fanatics … Creating gods in their own image Fashioning revelations After the likeness of their v...
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and then Autumn comes… When Autumn comes the leaves change their hue and the sap of their attachment loses its viscosity… When Autumn comes ...
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Two sides… That stand together Equally… Against a third… One reality… Seeking survival Against two dissenting thirds… A triangular truth… Ex...
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American Mainstream Media can't help themselves. Their salacious preoccupation with the prototypical carnival barker in our midst provid...
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