Tag: spiritual
member name: Christopher Cole
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September 27, 2007 11:36 AM EDT --
He ran his finger along the scar
Remember man that dust you are
Spake the Image in the mirror.
Old vestige of sorrow and pain
From breast to navel a ghastly vein
The zipper of guts and desire.
Remember . . .
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October 07, 2007 08:18 AM EDT --
Forty years have I stumbled forward in vain,
Weighed down by indifference and mediocrity.
Adrift in the glare of self pity and inactivity.
A mechanical being devoid of sympathy.
Squinting in the bright . . .
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October 07, 2007 12:54 PM EDT --
After a prolonged conversation with an angry thirty- something young man and in an attempt to understand his animosity toward my own generation I transcribed his feelings into this . . .
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July 05, 2008 11:36 AM EDT --
Stealth Rider,
I don't remember exactly when it was I decided to slip my factory pipes back onto my V Star 1100. My friends on their Harleys didn't like the quiet sound of . . .
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October 28, 2007 04:49 PM EDT --
I have gained many friends since I first posted this poem:
Gnosis:
I once thought I could go it alone,
Embrace the things of this world, find my way home.
Exhausted . . .
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July 22, 2008 09:54 PM EDT --
I was ten years old, the eldest of eight children. I grew up poor in the richest county in America in the fifties.(Westchester, NY). My early childhood was filled with the pain of psychological and physical . . .
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October 09, 2008 11:26 AM EDT --
I took my eight year old grandson to Mc Donalds this morning. He insisted on a Big Breakfast, which was OK with me as I watched in amusement his earnest attempt to fit all that food into his small body. . . .
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January 30, 2008 07:39 AM EST --
Who Am I...
I am a child who was battered
I am a kid with learning disorders
I am an adolescent who lost his best friend to suicide
I am a young man who loved deeply and lost
I am a seminarian . . .
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October 06, 2007 08:10 PM EDT --
Frozen husk of lonely abandonment and mistrust
Relegated to outer reaches of pale gray nothingness
The tiniest flicker of godly remembrance within dimly lit
No longer caught up in the short circuit . . .
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January 27, 2008 08:13 AM EST --
Frozen husk of lonely abandonment and mistrust
Relegated to outer reaches of pale gray nothingness
The tiniest flicker of godly remembrance within dimly lit
No longer caught up in the short circuit . . .
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September 18, 2007 09:58 AM EDT --
I once thought I could go it alone,
Embrace the things of this world, find my way home.
Exhausted and anxious I arrived at this place,
Upon the precipice of the . . .
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October 28, 2007 10:20 AM EDT --
You Called to Me...
You called to me and I followed
Crawling toward you on linoleum floors
Down long corridors and open doors
Tripping along moss grown pathways
Crunching the rocks . . .
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September 22, 2008 10:16 AM EDT --
The Philadelphia Eagles and bootball ...
Sunday afternoon my grandson snuggled up next to me on the sofa to watch The Philadelphia Eagles broadcast on our HD TV. It's simply amazing that a twenty-two . . .
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September 20, 2007 09:12 PM EDT --
In May of this year I drove the 157 miles to the town of Woodstock from Philadelphia with my wife. I had made this trip many times in the last forty years. My closest friend . . .
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September 22, 2007 05:47 PM EDT --
Cry First
I never sought this woeful existence
This futile endeavor of vain persistence
Safe and secure in my prior autistic night
Sensory driven through touch, taste and sight
The simple . . .
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