Crow’s feet

Creases so dark and deep upon his face They could have been painted on with India ink. He saw more with his one blind eye than Any mortal should suffer. Every twisted line, every crescent scar, a chapter in his long life. A story so wondrous, so grotesque Only God could write it.

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It’s all an act

Let’s pretend we’re sixteen again, guileless and naive. Our lives a blank page waiting for our stories to be written. Back to when we thought our grand expectations were heroic, back to when our visions of changing the world were all within our grasp. Let’s pretend we go back to before we were cynics and…

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Backlight

The farther into this life that I journey, the less in focus my past becomes. I forget the hard edges and garish moments. They fade into a subtle mosaic, a muted backdrop for the splendor of my present, with the hope of my future lighting my way ahead.  

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Land locked

Riding high upon crashing tempest waves Cresting swells, rolling deep in fathomless seas 
 Whipping, tearing sails, splintering bow to stern Lashed to the mizzen, screaming above the roar Wind’s challenge yielded, an iron gauntlet thrown Raging at the maelstrom, spurning fear and dread Darkness casts its net, smothering all hope End is near, the…

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