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There are whispers of another world, wind-swept and living through the ancient waterways. I hear those tongues, telling all the secrets, twisting back and forth like dancing to describe an unseen, unforeseen day. Some would say their language is a lonely song, a series of hopeless hopes, a driving rain who drives and drives a winding road to nowhere, but I know better. All the words they say are like a lantern, casting foggy light into the mists of our homes. The mists of our souls. Their raindrops are teardrops, little exclamations full of fire and fear, exploding as they fall into our ears. And so I listen, letting my days blur from lines into laughter. I make art from apparitions, answering their call from now into the the ever after...
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If I must fight in a war, let it be the war of love against the unloves: fear, hatred, cynicism, rejection, hypocrisy, sickness, and oppression. If I must hold weapons in my hands, let them be those which have been tested and proven by every generation of humanity: gentleness, forgiveness, compassion, mercy, and sacrifice. If I must die with the name of a country on my lips, let it be the country of the homeless, the loveless, and the broken.View All Friends | View Blog | Add Comment

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The Answer To My Song

I sang a silent tune Offering up the embers Of a long forgotten dream If I'm honest I miss the things I've seen. I've let the shards go deep Pressing in against my bones Drawing blood from all my mem...
Posted by on Tue, 24 Nov 2009 09:29:00 GMT

Carolina Wildflowers

I went to South Carolina yesterday, on a road trip with a good friend. I guess we were trying to relive our college days. Mile by mile, we talked, laughed, and listened to road-mix CD's. On our way d...
Posted by on Tue, 10 Jun 2008 17:27:00 GMT

The Horseman

I'd been watching you For days From the south ridge. You spend evenings Underneath that shady rock Where I first made camp On this big spread; Cowboy heaven If there ever was one. Water and grasslan...
Posted by on Fri, 09 May 2008 17:37:00 GMT

Apparitions

There are whispers of another world, Wind-swept and living Through the ancient waterways. I hear those tongues, Telling all the secrets, Twisting back and forth, Like dancing, To describe an unseen, U...
Posted by on Thu, 10 Apr 2008 11:00:00 GMT

Things To Do With A Guitar

THINGS TO DO WITH A GUITAR by: Philip Williams . I could pull off all your strings Link them like bedsheets And hang myself Two stories down Outside the window Down below the beams. I could wrap my h...
Posted by on Wed, 06 Feb 2008 02:12:00 GMT

My Treatise On World Peace

I can see a bold new world where there is peace. I think the best way to do it is to chop off everyone's arms so they couldn't hold guns to shoot each other. Plus, as long as everyone is ok with it, w...
Posted by on Tue, 05 Feb 2008 21:47:00 GMT

The Bartender

The Bartender : . I traded out my bedroom For a bar Kissed the tender On the liPs And asked if she Would drive my car Yes, I've had enough To drink And yes, I went too far But this is What we wanted...
Posted by on Fri, 01 Feb 2008 00:15:00 GMT

The Fissure

The Fissure: . I stooped down Having walked a while On the rock face To see a line traced In between my legs And I thought 'I didn't have to Walk this way.' On the one hand I have all the world To t...
Posted by on Tue, 29 Jan 2008 10:27:00 GMT

A Letter To An Atheist

I recently opened up to an atheist about how I view life. He was very approachable, as it turns out. He said a few things, I said a few things, and he said he would like to hear my story about why I b...
Posted by on Tue, 22 Jan 2008 19:14:00 GMT

Pay Me For A Life

Pay Me For A Life: . We ask questions. Like, how long until You come back? Why am I here? Why are so many people Hurting in other Parts of the world? What can I do to help? What if we could do anyth...
Posted by on Fri, 18 Jan 2008 18:22:00 GMT