Tag Archives: existentialism

To Call the Dark

“To Call the Dark” Dust between its teeth; Dessicated unbrushed food Or simply years of absence Ignored by apathy? Condemned house Taken apart, torn down; Floorboards revealed Confusion, surprise, shock. Details delivered disgust: Crushed cranium, Shattered teeth, Fractured eye sockets. … Continue reading

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Brighten Up

Nothing hidden is lost.  Nothing found is new.  To reveal is to re-veil what is found, to put it into a new guise.  Reality is a solid, eternal amidst the flicker of firelight and thought. —  Frater Aujen Tetari, erro … Continue reading

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Death Thoughts: Memento Mori Mood, just in time for Yuletide.

It offends me that we’re able sometimes to die without being aware that it’s happening, like it comes when we’re not looking. What a sneaky, cowardly way for the darkness to eat us. I want a chance to fight and … Continue reading

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Truncated Sparrow

Truncated Sparrow (Reflection on seeing a sparrow crushed by a tire.) Use me. Abuse me. Never try to lose me. I know you will excuse me If I go too far. I am everywhere and nowhere; I am my love’s … Continue reading

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Nightmare Days on Autumn’s Cusp: A Miscellany

There are days when love is not enough, when you need justice, too.  Those are the hopeless days when it’s best to hole up in solitude so you don’t hurt or kill anyone you might later regret having hurt or … Continue reading

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The Scream by Edvard Munch

…Our modern world offers no spiritual comfort. We are each utterly alone. Our pain is for naught. Our sacrifice serves no greater good. When we hear the planet cry out, there is only a cringe of realization of how isolated we are… Continue reading

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