~ Welcome ~

Words ~
The immortality of silent thoughts ~
Can they capture the essence of truth...
Or mere attempts of engraving life ~

Here I come as the dreamer
wakes to a world of unknown shore
like the sand
in between fingers of drifting sea
I wait for the call to bring those words

Friday, November 12, 2010

Men

Like other men
well, at least 66% of them
I drift in empty desolate
presumably tolerant to the mechanical frame
whatever keeps volunteering senses on hold
no question nor objection are enrolled
what does it mean to stand in time as a man
a question seldom in contemplate

photo by: mhoffman1

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