As the contrails passed you spoke your mind. - Sparta
Posted at 03:04 PM

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J. Steinbeck:
The ancient commission of the writer has not changed. He is charged with exposing our many grievous faults and failures, with dredging up to the light of our dark and dangerous dreams for the purpose of improvement. Furthermore, the writer is delegated to declare and to celebrate man's proven capacity for greatness of heart and spirit - for gallantry in defeat for courage, compassion and love.

Utopia
Posted at 05:31 PM

Where shadows need not follow me
And dreams dwell in felicity
Where nature bribes me to obey
As lovers dance the night away.
In a place where tears have lost their sorrow,
As we all pay back for dear tomorrow...
Where at will your hands can change your fears
And we need not escape as evening nears...

Trains and Tracks
Posted at 05:18 PM

Every second took a fragment of you
From me, one after another,
As you stood by the train
In your best suit...

More seconds...

And all that was left
Were the tracks I was standing on.

Posted at 11:34 PM

He sent her withered flowers
And for that he received a kiss…