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”
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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”
Question: What is yours?
What do you use?
The poison of naiveté
Naiveté vice, strength and weakness. Affording sustenance to the cruel illusion of could, can, will. Aspirational notions push past – hollow enunciations of practicality in conflict with reality. Ambrosial lies of supremacy obscure common ground as haughty inebriation propels the assembled towards the cathedra – to be seated – as wanton blindnessContinue reading “The poison of naiveté”
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