the truth of the innocent is a simple thing. it doesn’t know motives it doesn’t know fear it doesn’t know doubt it is, and it does, freely without concern for more than now now is all there is it knows wonder sees it in everything even you especially you it doesn’t understand the rules that say ‘impossible’ the games that people play innocence is mindful play delight without demand being, as is, without fear the truth of the innocent is a simple thing. but the world no longer believes in simplicity.

what does that title mean or say to you? if you were to see it somewhere, placed by someone you know, what would you think? i think someone thinks themselves innocent. or perhaps they think i am innocent. i ponder it. i wonder about it. i will never know. my mind replied to it immediately as if the former rather than the latter. i suspect projection. i try not to feel badly. sometimes i succeed. i wish i had been more adamant earlier. perhaps it would have ended the same, but at least i would not have felt as if […]

i woke up thinking about someone. sighing, shake my head, move to the bathroom, wash my face and slowly sip water as i watch myself in the mirror and ponder the stubbornness of the inner workings and how reluctant they are to loose things. i remember when i first could tell i was getting older. the way my face and body was shifting. my eyes have never changed. i notice it, in the mirror, and it makes me smile. shamble to the room, a kitten insisting upon petting takes a few moments. choice of clothing for the day and then, […]

cold and quiet lifeless as rock trapped, a landslide of foolishness morning after behind the clouds silver line i will find

oooh… a rant! well, ok, i held back.

let him not say he is my friend who speaks as my friend, let him say he is my friend who shows love to my friends as the means by which to love me best. by making my world pleasant and restful, let him show me love. by making smiles appear on the faces around me, let him show me love. by remembering the thread which binds us all, let him show me love. (i believe myself to be the author of this, here, today, in this moment. but as you well know, there hasn’t been a truly original human […]

a western star city of dreams oh, last diamond, unshattered i fly to you at summer’s end free at last oh skyward

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hah. rolling stones gather no moss…. nor do i, it would seem. things, they are a changing and you know what? i’m excited for it. click through to view.

it hits like a flush. it’s warm like it. you can feel it spread in the body and it skates up the spine (or is it down from?) like electricity. i decided middle of last week to cut access to this place as the last step in setting aside the married friend who was trying to keep me like a doll in a box. today, while doing maintenance on the blog, i see him arrive and try to log in. the very nerve. not a peep since the 15th, and then only to drop me like a fucking hot potato, […]