Let the truth laugh

• 2012-01-26 0 notes

  

  Take this photograph as evidence that your humble narrator is still alive, I swear it.

• 2011-11-23 2 notes

  Here’s a little video of me singing in the dark. I know, somewhere, I’m singing you to sleep.

• 2011-11-22 0 notes

  

  Hello to all my beautiful followers. I’m still alive, I’m just working full time and posting mostly over at my personal blog, since I don’t have the time to troll through the news like I so enjoy doing. But I still love you all.

• 2011-10-24 9 notes

  Proud of His Children

  How glorious God must feel
  looking down at a world that has finally become self-cleaning.
  The technology of Man clearing out the cobwebs and the under growth,
  pulling down the trees and stripping off their bark
  to remove the pulp and wood they had once guarded so jealously.
  
  How impressed God must feel
  seeing the oil that he buried deep inside the Earth
  and under her Oceans finally reached by the bit of a drill
  and put to its proper uses,
  seeing the thick crust of the Earth yield and open up before Man
  so that he finally may remove her precious metals
  which God had buried, surely, to tempt us and drive us deeper.
  
  How relieved God must feel
  when reach down His hand to brush the sparrow from the sky
  only to find the hand of Man already waiting.
  The hand of Man, which rose from the smoke stacks of the factories and foundries
  to touch not only the sparrow, but everything.
  God’s own hand, that morning, could rest
  and still the sparrow fell.
  
  How embarrassed God must feel,
  when He made the Earth either too hot or too cold
  and Man has finally found its right temperature.
  So that in the long winter, beneath the snow and ice, in the howling winds
  or in the dead of summer when the snake dare not
  slither out from beneath its stone,
  Man can lay in comfort.
  
  There is an old Native story that warns,
  “The Fox had become lazy in its cleverness
  but the Wolf had not forgotten the old paths of the forest
  and so he did not go hungry.”
  
  Now the ancient fire in the wolf’s eye have gone out.
  His spine has bent and the skin around his face has loosened
  so that his jowls drag in the earth as he walks
  and his ears break the surface of the water as he drinks.
  Instead of looking up at to the moon,
  teeth full of blood, howling with lungs full of prayer,
  he looks to Man for love and direction,
  waiting to his receive his proper portion.
  
  Even the wolves broken!
  Along with the spine of the Earth,
  with the last railroad track and radio tower.
  How proud God must feel
  of His children.

  - letthetruthlaugh
  

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  When Mohamed Bouazizi
  set himself on fire
  did he know how flammable he was?
  How quickly a fire can spread
  in the minds of the oppressed
  stuffed with so much kindling
  by so many dry men?

  Did Mo Nabbous know
  that he would die for this one?
  When the winds blew the flames to Libya,
  igniting the coal in Arab hearts
  Mo became a prism, reflecting its light
  for all
  the world
  to see.

  but he was consumed

• 2011-10-20 1 note

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  coffeeforthecareless:

  My cover of Dancing in the Dark by Bruce Springstreen. It’s my day off and this is what I spent my afternoon doing.

  You can’t start a fire worrying about your little world falling apart.

  (via thewhiskeypropagandist)

• 2011-10-10 2 notes

  Your skin is as dark as Esmeralda’s

  my hand is a cloud

  floating on your hips. 

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