Introduction

For the love and passion of words. Send me a poem or prose and I will post it here. Send your words to tj@tjginn.com Words are all we have.

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 licensing 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.

You cannot learn enough, study enough, work enough or try hard enough to avoid the next critic lurking to prove you unworthy.

Critics are as numerous as roaches in garbage.

Just get rid of the garbage and your metaphysical solipsism is complete. It is not enough that Van gogh was ridiculed by the contemporaries and is quoted to say, "I wish they would only take me as I am." People even to this day must comment on his work rather than just look at it and with the greatest respect and say nothing.


Thursday, May 10, 2018

Eternity Waits

The sun rose today like any other day.
But, nothing happened.
No murder, no death, no tragedy.
What if eternity were days and days where nothing happened?
Could it be that the mundane reality of eternity is nothing but day after day of no events, with the sun rising and setting?
Albeit with glorious color and sweet aroma of flora and salt air, with waves trashing the shore and sunset sweeping to reveal the stars and a full moon rising?
A cool breeze came across the ocean and the smell of the bounty of the sea was enticing and comforting with the aroma of the eternal, yet nothing happened today, no murder, no death, no tragedy in the human realm.
                All the earth is subject to the human realm.
               But they conceived this day with murder and death and tragedy and the sun rose and set, and the ocean waves churned and eternity waits for fools who could learn but refuse.



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