When I can hear
nothing but the sound of the
spinning fan,
I know that my life’s been wrong.
Another season and another reason to
live like I know not.
This place is cursed.
When I can hear
nothing but the sound of the
spinning fan,
I know that my life’s been wrong.
Another season and another reason to
live like I know not.
This place is cursed.
This is a quote taken from an article regarding human evolution I read online today:
This town will eat you alive.
Swallow you whole.
Like a beast of the deep.
If you ask the stars,
and seek the moon,
after the sun has set,
what will they say
with your mouth agape in awe?
The footprints on the same trail,
passing bears along
with claws and teeth,
hair and nails.
Beginning to feel,
just a man-eater like you
stuck inside a body
like mine.
A blue sky seems brighter when
a plane glances of a cloud as a raindrop.
This is dangerous, these words we don’t speak.
The songs without titles and the books without chapters.
We’re putting the numbers on the doors.
We’re catching the ash from the fireworks
that fell upon our hands,
held on our heads.
A July day doesn’t fade any
faster than your smile
against the moon,
the same color as your dichotomy eyes;
blue pressed tightly against the white.
Arrested.
As children
we sang
of love.
This afternoon I watched "Origins," a television show on the local Christian network. On this particular episode of origins, a gentlemen (a Dr. as well) was defending the notion of a short age of the Earth, something that many Christian scientists are doing nowadays. The evidence he gave us was supportive; he shows fossils with sandal prints in them, stalagtites growing in buildings built by people and stalagtites with animals in them. However, I have also heard the other sides evidence and defense of an old earth, which was also supportive and persuasive as well.