Poems on mortality & death Me first: I am afraid of mortality. It keeps me wakeful through many night. It rests heavy on my mind & never perches on eyelids. I truly wish I was (more…)
It’s not death. It’s just a job.
a) I know what you mean. The concept of being aware that almost 90% of us are spectating the existence of life… while you want to be a paricipant in it. It’s hard… you and I have a unyielding compulsion (more…)
Delusional vs Altered – Time is still the best censor
Did it cut to deep for a reply-all? Â No no no. Â You just sound bitter about the Phillies. It shook me for a second, though. Â Not because it was inappropriate, but it made me think deeper for (more…)
Pendantic antics (or “The White Robed Monks of St. Benedict)
I might be a pantheist, depending on who you talk to. Getting this obscure into beliefs is likely a waste of time.
A ramble perhaps…
Mortality this thing not shaken. So it will be I who is stirred. Gibson. Not as in faith. The spirit tonight will be gin. Today Lauren, Tim,and I were waiting for dinner at Marnee Thai in the Sunset. (more…)
The Nature of Celebrity and Mortality
…. a daily faucet of death will drip, drip, drip into our eyes, and ears, and minds…. making us fearful of the reaper because he visited someone we ought thought worthier. But they were nothing more than famous…. no less.
Revelations #1 by Gerald (I wish I had written this, but it exists nowhere online and we need it, it’s art – If you wrote & directed this animated short, please contact me)
Dear Gerald, Life is not life a box of chocolates. It’s a box of glamorous jewels. There’s tranquil topaz, torrid red rubies, green with jealousy jade and sexy black onyx. But your jewels are made (more…)
Mortality as a rudder to the ship of living
I have had a recurring dream my entire life since a very young age that begs and pulls at my underlying pre-occupation with mortality. It was my job to fly all over the world, part of a legion of samaritans, (more…)