We build our own cages.
We construct fences around our souls.
We scribble on the walls.
We believe this makes us free.

The world can terrify.
But there is nothing worse
than not experiencing life
for the fear of hurting.

to the victor
belongs the
narrative

Visigoths
of the
Info Age
spin golden
zeitgeists
on looms of
obfuscation

tongues of fire
breathe rationalizations

sear acceptance
of a conquerors
sweet dominion
onto pliant minds

Edvard Grieg
In the Hall of the Mountain Kings

10/24/14
Oakland
jbm

The preacher said
he was better
than the taxi-driver
because he showed
people, with all his words,
the way to Heaven

The taxi-driver said:
*"You might show them
the way to Heaven
but I show them the way
to God -
for everytime I start to drive
passengers start to pray
and they pray all the way
And I don't even have to say a word"

When the skies are filled with a mysterious white mist
A washed out blue Antarctic gaze hazes over her eyes
The morning dew drips off her nose and trickles down her lip      
An Echo of a wolf pleasures her ears delicately