Huck It

The good old days: 

Two men, from opposite sides bound together by a Siamese ripcord tethered to their souls, 

who will pull first, knowing that it 

will destroy them both.

Nowadays: 

One man, from  opposite sides, struggles to keep the dangling ripcord 

from the reach of a little man who does not hesitate to pull, knowing that the falling carcass 

will destroy them both. 

A little knowledge found via the Conspiracy Of One...

-Zeitgeist 

A Grandfather's Wisdom

A Measure of  Man 

    

A man walks into the store, homburg in hand,

 two purchases in mind. 

He steps to the counter, addresses the shopkeeper; 

Loudly he says "Some cigarettes, please".   

So as not to offend,  

discretely he whispers; "And a condom if you wouldn't mind."   

 A man walks into the store, ipod in hand,  

two purchases in mind. 

He steps to the counter, addresses the shopkeeper; 

Loudly he says "A condom, please."        

So as not to offend,        

discretely he whispers; "And some cigarettes if you wouldn't mind"       

"Beneath the rule of men entirely great, the pen is mightier even then the sword."   

-Zeitgeist

Another late night's product...

Life's Fabrication: Part I

If life could be viewed as a patchwork quilt; Each patch would be a moment, comprised of love, hate, loss, joy, sorrow, hunger, fatigue, laughter,and memories. Holding all these together is stitching made of choices. No stitch is bigger than any other, and each shares the same load of importance in the fabrication of the quilt. 

Further musings  to follow in part two.... now, back to da grind. 

"Beneath the rule of men entirely great, the pen is mightier even then the sword."

-Zeitgeist

Stabs in the Dark

1:57 A.M - A time long ago, in a place not so far from anywhere. 

The rain smashes against the glass, driving like the thoughts smashing around my head. The wind howls, jeering at my insomnia. I write in the shadows, the shadows in absence of light; the shadows of thoughts that dart around my head. I feel alone, but not lonely. Here in the dark I am myself, able to think, reflect, write. 

The fan spins on, oddly this is a reflection of me. It has a purpose, that it may or may not be achieving, but it revolves, resilient, pushing forward, accomplishing what it may. 

Where am I? Where am I going? I don't think I even want to know the answers, it would ruin the fun. 

"Beneath the rule of men entirely great, the pen is mightier even than the sword."

-Zeitgeist

To A Fellow Mercenary

I write this for my fellow mercenary. Yes, the same one who would go in to the brush with a gun, a knife (the one he probably got stopped at Customs at for), a pen, and a book. To use a cliche, a rebel without a cause. We were born in the wrong time, mon ami....

Written In Blood

to Zeitgeist

Flint sparks, conflict within its own right

honing an instrument,

kinda like death in its own right

But its left like 

where the Sun sets

because it does nothin' but spill regret,

and when its right again,

remnants of what was scorch the eye.

Ink splatters, conflict within its own right;

thoughts of an instrument

deadly in their own right,

but their left like

where the Sun sets,

'cause is the ink mightier than the blood thats spilt?

When its all right again,

Tell of the hue of the fields in the sunset

and recognize the path the warrior has chosen.

-Illipsis