For the love and passion of words

One can be stifled and intimidated by the magnanimous mind and never feel accomplished enough to express oneself.

That is the design of the masters of the glass bead game who at the pinnacle of their narcissism are found hanging another piece of paper on the wall to award their accomplishment.

I do not disrespect certification but only dream of a world where the paper you hang on your wall did not equate to a right to life or opportunity. I only dream to be free from corruption, nepotism, and the clandestine passage of rights granted to the privileged.

There are critics on every corner to criticise your grammar and completely miss the point. Critics are as numerous as roaches in garbage.

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Tuesday, January 3, 2012


            This is a poesy for your curiosity, a quip to quench your thirst, a symposium for Socratic honor to the God Eros. Perhaps the encomium belongs to Plato whose stewardship led to script. A script past down through ages, it leaves us not alone, in the contemplation of Eros and the mysteries of love.

Scarred and bruised and broken, youth leaves us all so vain, for love is truly fickle when beauty is on the wane. You never lose your wanton eyes and loving of the fair. You did not choose a lovers lies, nor the graying of your hair.
Seeking and learning and knowing, wise sayings from the past. Praises hale to our God Eros whose love eternal lasts. With beauty gone none ring your bell your time is all alone. A well springs forth and time will tell the magic you have sown.
A child came forth, a product of your youthful need to sire, a shallow love of visceral want and object of your desire. A passion not of first request with needs they do require, of spirit and reason and intellect of you they do inquire.
The bell rings a beautiful sound as you answer Eros’ call. A love so strong came raining down bestowed upon us all. Agape love, a giving love, God Eros he had smiled, for there is no greater love, as a parent’s for a child.

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