There’s something I want to talk about.
Where are you?
There’s something serious
I have to tell you right now.
It’s not about love.
It’s not about me.
It’s about the world we live in.
It’s about the way thing ought to be.
There […] Read the rest
rising out of the sky
through puffs of cotton clouds
are the aspirations of a soaring soul.
undaunted by the pull of earth
into the weightlessness of silent space
where physical constraints no longer take their toll
on a life released.
once burning in a bitter […] Read the rest
what’s going to happen to me?
today.
tomorrow.
in all my possible futures.
what has already happened to me?
yesterday.
the day before.
in all my muddled past.
is it a loose association
or a concrete path?
is my future predestined
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© 2010 Wasted Space Communications.
Signs of Dementia
Thomas Frediman is at it again. This week he reassured us that the Gulf oil spill is not this president’s Katrina. Obama is doing everything right, and Bush did everything wrong. This in the same week that Secretary of State, Hillary Clinton, said, “They told us it was under control. […] Read the rest