Tag: hope
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Eden
To sit with a dog on a hillside on a glorious afternoon is to be back in Eden, where doing nothing was not boring – it was peace. – Milan Kundera I’m sitting on the veranda of the old mountain cottage, looking at the verdant valley when, through the deep caves of thought, I hear […]
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Good and evil
“Evil cannot and will not be vanquished by evil. Dark will only swallow dark and deepen. The good and the light are the keenest weapons.” ― Nora Roberts Once there was darkness, not the opposite of light, but a darkness that preceded light, before a divine fiat brought colours, patterns, shapes, forms, the vast macrocosm and microcosms […]
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Acid rain and obsidian
If you’re a poet (in the traditional sense), you’ll look at the stars with a hint of melancholy and pen an ode to an imagined lover looking at them in a different city. You’ll write about how you share a mystical connection with her that transcends the boundaries of space, but sadly, not time. You’ll […]
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On Ashen rains and fire
Sometimes the thought of living fills me with exuberance. I think of poetry, art, and music, and an insatiable hunger to create seizes me. But then, sometimes the thought of existence distresses me and fills me with the dread of a pagan on Judgement day. And though I look for a balance, an Autumn that […]
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The antidote
For this reason, I created you, so swallow the pitch-black chaos, calm the tempest, brighten the dark places with luminescence until I’m a gentle Nemesis walking through corridor after corridor, pursuing no one, not even my thoughts, until I have Goku’s spirit, until I float and dance with the rhythm of the wind, possessed by […]
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Togetherness
You pray in perfect sentences like an architect’s muse has grazed each phrase, and I want to tell you that God prefers groans from the deepest recesses of the soul. I hate your Pentecostalism, believing it’s religious babble amounting to nothing, but then I remember you wept when I did, when friends forsook and rejection […]
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Promises kept
We sat in that lonely, one-bedroom apartment, the afterglow of the downers we popped, reflected in our eyes, there was nothing cathartic about then, no Eureka moment, we drifted in and out of oblivion, but during that trance when the edges of reality blurred and melancholy made us look past the table and television screen […]