Thursday, August 21, 2008

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Innumerable people, opinions galore
not even a hint of credibility...

Monday, August 4, 2008

another tin in the bin...

The wall, the place to be…a spectator to

times captured in frames, cracked glass covers,

smiles twitched the wrong way at the ends,

fingers crossed, men double crossed.

Ticking past offers a glimmer of hope,

its face constantly being smothered with chalk,

the one used to write on slates,

but can be dusted off at one’s own whim,

offering the swords the opportunity

to sweep the dust off,

forth and back, forth and back,

of histories of time, of destiny.

There, yet not.

Done, is not.

A little step forward, the path ambiguous,

two steps back, past captured entirely.

Illusions galore, a menacing situation to be,

haunted by things that ought not to be.

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Why can’t we move beyond our histories?
We always take one little step forward to be forced to take two steps back….