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Savoring the simple

I search for venues like this for one simple reason, one that is often overlooked and that I have written endlessly about… Sanity. Being in the midst of solace gives me something that I am unable to get anywhere else, a conduit to an indefatigable supply of sanity. Is sanity a state of being, anContinue reading “Savoring the simple”

The soul of the hostage

Hostage to hypocritical notions devotion versus revocation pontificating for parole. A belabored soul endeavoring to gain while securing nothing, but lamentations of battles lost. Aspiring for the exigency of grace to combat the improbable. Rising up, infused… bearing witness to petitions of affirmations that. My soul ain’t for sale. Copyright © 2015 ShunPwrites. All RightsContinue reading “The soul of the hostage”

Confession of an epiphany

Oh life… I’ve stopped keeping score, understanding that the odds are in your favor. Understanding that the idea of my having modicum of control over the events that govern my trajectory is an illusion. I begrudgingly… No, I cheerfully accept my position in the passenger seat as your student. Copyright © 2015 ShunPwrites. All RightsContinue reading “Confession of an epiphany”

What is enough?

Consistency… Man’s inhumanity towards man. I always marvel at how quickly the fires of vitriol are extinguished. The finger unfurls itself from its accusatory position and lies, flaccid as if it wasn’t casting blame just moments before. How the shadows of duplicity make themselves known in the glare of light. Silence is sanction and aContinue reading “What is enough?”

The example

The living room was silent with the exception of their disparate breathing and the creaking of the floor. The three of them stood at attention waiting with baited breath. Being in formation was a ritual of sorts for these 3 brothers – standing in chronological order as their father towered over them. The roomContinue reading “The example”

Acknowledgement of my standing

In a beautiful world pock-marked with ugliness. Sometimes I feel as if I sit on the banks of sanity… While insanity rushes by, I’m cognizant that one misstep can sweep me headlong into the current. Still there is a solace of sorts in watching the organized confusion cascade by me. Knowing, where I stand andContinue reading “Acknowledgement of my standing”