I opened my front door, stepping out of the dusky apartment block hallway into my lounge room, and saw the answering machine flashing wildly. Ten messages. I felt a moment of dread as I wondered how many of the messages were from her. I pressed play... "Jane, where are you? I know you may have a migraine and all, but I need to speak to you." "Jane, this isn't funny." "Jane, I think you're just being selfish." The other se...

We could have had all the luck in the world, but it would not be close to what we needed, for what happened next. I felt all our hopes and dreams rain down like meteors. The light was suddenly blinding and unbearably hot. It was a fool's errand to begin with and we beat the odds to get where we were. Now the cruel world played its cards, and we lost the game. I gave everything to get away, only to find myself forced to wa...

Freedom is Never Free short and to the point free in the rice fields of north korea looking at a madman for food free at the local pubs of north ireland looking to their church for prayer free in the villages of the congo looking to their herds for prosperity free to walk the streets of chicago looking to their mothers and fathers free to visit the wailing wall of jerusalem  looking to pray and give thanks free to ride th...

To sing is to be free.Free from care-free from others thoughts on freedom,free to see and share-your sights with the world,and their sights with yourself.To open your mind and just let everything flow about,To open your eyes and see the truth,and the secrets that lie between the lines,and the lies people hide behind,all the "I'm fine"s.To sing is to be free from expectations,from hatredfrom pain from demands,and from fear...

Sound III’m scared!I’m lost in the midst of these dramas,I search someone, but never near. I want to flee from these cultured pretensions Of social class and status. I flee every time but they catch me each time. I'm in the midst of plenty, but lonely! I envy them, For they walk alone in the woods and deserts. They have the world and What do I have? Academic certificates, Ph.D. ; religion and cast certificatesIncome certi...

Elegy on a Night Party The paradigmatic shift in the conceptual map of my liberal and revolutionary platforms of radicalism, existentialism and humanism make things aesthetically absurd and practically effective. Living in the present and progressive tenses of time and space I tend to contradict my ‘Other’ (purely theoretical), who was conceived as a result of Theory and Philosophical classes. Receding past bequeaths an u...

Sound. I envy them, for they wander. They live in deserts and woods, And they wander. They know the language of the desert And of the woods, For they live their lives the way they design. No one calls them back- Home, parents, peers, And no one. They live, they see; they feel, They hear and they do, For they are not captives of their physical bonds. I'm here, Around the unknown languages and figures.

A warm breeze buffets my hair and face. It first invites, then challenges a response. The breeze calls to my horse. It tugs at his mane and plays with his tail. He tosses his head and beseeches me to reply. His hooves tap impatiently at the earth. I sit still on his back; try to ignore the invitations. But yet, I am not immune to the calling. A quick, concise movement, I shift forward. My horse has his head. He bounds for...

I used to think a cage would suffice. Food. Shelter. Comfort. A sense of belonging. Seems like a good deal. Until they turn the key and steal your freedom. Trapped. Yet, you’re living the “good life”. The view from the outside looking in— It’s a lie. Trade your spirit for some dirt and water. See how long you stay sane. See how long you feel comfortable. You can brainwash yourself. That’s a common one. Repeating over and...

(2/7/13) She was my black female warrior and she stood proud and tall And upon her shoulders her silk hair did fall A spear in one hand and an Axe in the other No one would mess with her, not even her brother. The strength of a lion searching for prey She would not let anything stand in her way. She knew where she lived – it was a jungle out there But she was strong in spirit and did not care. She is the black warrior and...

We were young, we had merged as one,We are old, we are still not done.Hearts still youthful, faithful, lovingAlways active, always rovingThus we're striving, thus we're givingEver thoughtful, ever livingThis is just the start of our timeThis is not the last of the wine.Lives still fresh and learning new things,Lives still green, we spread our old wings,Flying over, soaring so highAs we let the bad times pass by,Never givi...

Here in my lonely heart, Betwixt that narrow moment of light and shadow Wherein lies the truth that is me. Across the blue expanse, in that open space of nothingness Where angels fall and dance across the barrenness of my enduring soul; Rests the small ember that struggles to drift away into darkness, And find within a sea of chaos a small island of tranquillity. Tranquillity? What is tranquillity in this world that roars...

She likes to run with the horses in the pasture. As the wind blows through their manes, She feels it blow gently through hers. She can feel the ground vibrate From their hooves trampling the land Where they roam and graze As freely as they can. She loves to hear the horses neighing As they sing their nature song. She joins with her own call of the wild That makes her one of them Running gracefully in the breeze Bowing and...

Real freedom and real love is a realization of knowing You can not hold someone without restraining yourself Even only a strand of the thinnest thread Still holds you to the other bound Feeling that if broken allows the other to flee Is only a fear that they may never again be held Finally acknowledging that this can only be achieved Through the severing of the last remaining strand Worry no longer that your love may disa...

Trite policies delivered to you in plain white envelopes you'd find in your letter box. It will be laced with mind controlling pheromones, taking away your ability to think rationally, dumbing you down to the degree of a circus animal forced into performing tricks for treats and abused with whips and by starvation if you're not compliant to their orders, while your master pockets all of the day's earnings.You sit down at...