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Branded Like Ender
~~~~~ I had a chance to write and I did not even try. The circumstance wasn’t right? I don’t know the reasons why. I thought of this in my head. Something like, some other words. Strike while the iron is hot, they said, or be branded like Ender, called a third ~~~~~ People Over Politics, […]
Cannot Replace
What do call 73 million dollars taken from a from manufacturers bank account? A good start. ~~~~~ 73 million dollars sure sounds like a lot. It’s not. Not when it is weighed against the loss of a child. ”Hey, that’s big bucks,” you say. “I’d give it a shot.” Parents’d give all to see when […]
Falling Behind
~~~~~ It makes me want to return to a time, years ago, before PC’s and smart phones. After every computer in the house, but one has crashed, died, given up the ghost, what should I do now? Install new technology: television and internet upgrades, we hope. As age advances, with aches and pains, these challenges […]
It Is Time
~~~~~ It is a time of great hope. It is a time of great fear. It is a time of lies It is a time of truth. How do we gentle harsh lies, hatespeak? For we must not think to conquer it. When evil seeks to frighten and divide, agitating those who feel marginal, abandoned, […]
Begin, Become, Begone
~~~~~ Speaking now of old friends or of lovers from long ago. Where the closest may be lost or somehow replaced by others along the way. Yet, life continues along, with us or without us. Do you believe, perchance, when you are finally gone the universe vanishes. This, despite evidence to the contrary, science, perhaps, […]
Not As Ourselves
Sun in the Water ~ Philip Brent Harris ~~~~~ What rituals do we retain from ancient times?Primordial, primitive, leaving faint trace, no memory.When each morning the sun rising was pure magic,The setting sun called forth darkness, a time of fear. We have misplaced the magic, retained our night terror.Magic not lost entirely, yet glimpsed now […]
Anticipation
Glowing Moon ~ Philip Brent Harris ~~~~~ I sing the tune without notes, life, air, water, love and hate. Urgent laughter, birds and boats, indrawn breath which all await. Star birth and truth glowing, shadows contrast, seeds scatter, wafting aloft; a river flowing, small feet, rain go pitter-patter. Glorious crescendo in minor key within, without, […]
Plain or Fancy Inside
Reversal of Fortune ~ Philip Brent Harris ~~~~~ Some things and some people are quite plain on the outside. Still, might hide glory within. Or, a plain face may hide evil. Some things and some people shine like glass in the sunlight. Still, flash may cover the faux. What waits within, time knows. ~~~~~ People […]
Haven’t Fallen Down, Yet
Focus Group ~ Philip Brent Harris ~~~~~ So many bits and pieces, words and phrases splattered on pages like stars scatter the night. As we create constellations in our search for connection where none may exist, but why? Searching for understanding, myself and life; Am I scrying far-too-far from me, myself and I, for the […]
The Same Truth
Where Breath Becomes Air ~ Philip Brent Harris ~~~~~ So many bits and pieces, words and phrases splattered on pages like stars scatter the night. As we created constellations in our search for connections, where none may exist, but why? Delving to gain understanding; myself and life. Am I scrying too-far from me, myself and […]
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