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More proof that capitalism was never "freedom" or "small government".

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Always Gone, The Shadow

Shadow, blasted thing

Shadows do follow

Sometimes they run away

Off into the night

Into a dense fog

Haunted by ghosts

Those wicked deities of your past

Lo, they stalk, dreadfully

Sprint into the black

Being chased by dread

A nightmare

To which you are lost

Tell your evening shadow

Tell your midnight form

Wish it to return

Plead

Beg

Grasp

For it is always there

and always gone

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Camera Man

I walked below the bridge

Where was he

The man that was in my house

With a video camera

Watching me

Sowing hate and deceit

Those dark pools of eyes

A void consuming the life

Devouring my mind

My soul

My mind

Where are you

Camera man

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Infinity

A pool within a pool

A flowing nexus

Power beyond power

A faceless man

A motherless child

To be or not to…

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III. Never-ending

Peril in this world,

So is joy,

But most choose peril,

It is more comfortable,

Like the good seats,

A baby carriage,

Training wheels.

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Sometimes you go to work. It sucks. It stinks. Smells like dirty gym socks. Its a place that is intolerant and so it follows that it is intolerable. Eventually, like all things on this planet, nothing will come of work.

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II. The Way Not The Way Is Not The Way

Once we name it, it eludes us,

Words are not concepts and concepts are not words,

There is only form,

Form and no form,

Once we name it, illusion takes shape,

Words have no form, they change,

Form changes and does not,

Once we name the way, it is gone,

There is no way, yet there is a way,

The way is not the way is not the way and on and on,

Remember, we have no depth perception in our limited time, it blinds us.

Take off the blinders.

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I. Beginning of the Tao

There is something in the air,

It shakes, a wave, energy, a release,

It will overcome us, cause chaos,

The swirl of the void,

That dark star which we do not see,

The eye of the needle,

Washed in hate and pain,

The only way to love is through suffering,

My guru is right,

Suffering is grace,

Nothingness is somethingness.

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The Symphony

Frogs croaked loudly down in the ditch. I could hear them from my spot on the porch. They created a cacophony of madness. There must be hundreds. No, thousands of them, in that dirty pesticide-filled sorry excuse for water. They are forever a part of the orchard's late-night symphony. Their loud croaks remind me of wood guiro.

They love the water.

When it rains, you can hear the little droplets hitting everything. Like a million tiny drum beats. The sound of rain on shingles, on glass, on a tin roof. Each beat has its own texture: a tom, a marimba, bells.

Lighting booms a cymbal crash, and thunder, a rumbling timpani. The frogs don't stop croaking. The goats bleat like an out-of-tune cello section. The hens cluck like brass staccatos.

The symphony of life.

Fires burn off in the distance. Whole orchards were pulled from the ground, piled, and torched. And often, when onlookers from elsewhere look at the fires, they see waste. They see chaos and destruction. Yet, the truth is, the trees gave all they can. The land needs time to rest. The ashes will feed the ground.

Life born of fire. The Phoenix. But in the rain, in the thunder, the fire-bird struggles. Only a bolt of lightning can resurrect it.

Born as a new apple, a cherry, a nest for an owl, a burrow for a mouse.

Life abundantly.

A cricket chirps.

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Writing Prompt!

What do you see when you see this chair on the deck? What do you hear?

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Writing Prompt:

In 1000 to 5000 words. Whats down the hallway?

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Writing Prompt:

Look at the image and write a short story between 1000 and 5000 words.

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Tuesday Writing Prompt:

Write about the Sandman.

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Diagram your story. Do it on a straight line, a hairpin shape, a double helix. Visualize the structure of your story.

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Thursday writing prompt:

Listen to “Let You Down” by Dawid Podsiadlo and write a short scene.