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5 things I’ve been doing wrong

I am a criminal mastermind.

Dr_Evil

Okay, maybe not… but I am at least a very devious machinator… the point is, I stole the idea for this piece from Chelsea Sutton, 2011 winner of NYC Midnight’s Annual Flash Fiction Challenge, and there is nothing you can do to stop me!  AAAHahahahaha!

Thanks for the inspiration, Chelsea.  Love your work, by the way.  🙂

Alright, enough of this.  Onward, I say!  ONWARD!

1. I can’t stop buying new books!

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The Fall

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Thirty thousand shields and swords
all glistening in Diana’s sweet light
await the order to destroy
the very breath of life
and just before the Great Apollo
lifts the veil of night
we rise up and deliver
a fatal strike to end the tyranny
we cut like knives on naked skin

We cut them

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Withered & Worn

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Darkness is swelling, looming,
casting shadows over me,
as a stone on the shore
is overcome by open sea,
I sit weathering storms;
like the stone – patiently
I am waiting, to brook the
deadly crashing waves,
endure the abrading
of endless tides;
withered and worn,
and grateful,
that somehow
I still abide.


I AM A PARANOIAC

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I am not crazy… I am not crazy… I…

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A passage from Vitam Mysteram

The following is an excerpt from an ongoing project, my magnum opus tentatively titled, The Canon of John.  This passage comes from book II, entitled Vitam Mysteram, which is latin for “the mystery of life”.

I hope you find Truth and Wisdom in these words, to guide you on the path to your own enlightenment.

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On Death and Immortality

Am I no longer human, that I have seen and now know what it is to be alive and what it is to be dead?

Perhaps immortality is something to be attained, not through spirituality or transubstantiation, or from acts of righteousness, or from bowing in servitude and grokking at the nature of imagined gods and goddesses, but instead from the very knowledge and comprehension of the thing which in and of itself does permeate and echo through the halls of eternity: mortality.

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Moonlight Mutiny

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Send the call by way of land,

by wire, mouth, and sea

and let resound the trumpets, all

to bring us forth — the free;

we emerge, like light in shadows

dancing underneath the trees,

my friends and I, a cloud of dust

to spurn and steer the eyes

of history.

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A Riddle

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I speak and yet I have no voice; earthly secrets I impart.
To hear me – yours alone, the choice; doors together, stay my heart.
My arch, the root of life and strength, or wind will stir and steal my leaves.
I’ve inspired men to march and sway; yet man forgets what I have seen.
I know time, and time knows me;
but on my own, I know nothing.

What am I?

 


Walls

Writing on the Walls

We build up prisons in our worlds
that rely on walls of stone,
but in our minds the walls are ours
to build and break alone.

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The things I do…

while everyone else is sleeping.

I know what you're asking yourself... The answer is 125.  That's how many.

I know what you’re asking yourself… The answer is 125. That’s how many.

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Jay's Analysis

Philosophy. Film. Geopolitics. Theology.

ironSoap

Just another Wordpress.com weblog

With Coffee Spoons

Chelsea Sutton, Writer & Playwright

Vers Les Etoiles

“The wide world is all about you: you can fence yourselves in, but you cannot forever fence it out.” J.R.R. Tolkien

JDSFiction

Joseph D. Stirling, Author

infinite satori

FOLLOW YOUR GOOSEBUMPS

DarkeMind

A Madman's Manifesto

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