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Archive for November, 2003

Hamlet’s father

There is a thing that is troubling me…

I cannot put my finger on it…

It bothers me that I cannot figure it out.

Maybe it started with the looks that flaoted across the room.

Maybe it came from the silent stares. Maybe I sent them like darts from green eyes.

Maybe it is for the quiet assumptions that cause so many troubles for so many people these days.

Enemy? Yes, some part to be sure but not wholey…we are far too easy a people to need that…

It troubles me that I am troubled moment by moment by something without a name.

Something that hides in the shadows and something that smiles at me from the darkness of the human soul with nashing teeth.

It pushes me to think terrible things and it shoves at my back,

It nudges at the curve of my back,

sharp, strange and incessent.

Maddening and quiet they are the thoughts of the silent ones…

They speak, no scream out from behind hard cold eyes but they do not leak from lips or minds muffled thoughts, no, it is better that they would though. Because I am left with questions and palpable tensions. These cause the falling and rising of vocal chords with sharp edges that point and mock and accuse.

I am not in the right frame of mind I think to tell this story as my eyes have just danced over the drama of a mad mind. And the tiredness that causes hands to tremble causes my head to see what may or may not be there.

I should not let Hamlet’s father get to me this way. But there is another thing that pushes and the words that violent hang in air have sent my mind to wander, to wonder, to look for and seek the answers to the questions that have been plaguing me for days now…

drama

I love to let the fingers go and the ache within is urged to produce such foul questions…

ok enough.

I sound all half crazed and tortured when really all it is…

Is the silent quesions of tired and hurting people,

I let Hamlet’s father frame and pull

and I love the feeling of words running like streams

so the lines are not so true but felt with far less passion as they might sound…ha

Felt the need to write thats all and there is no better a place to put it than here I think-me :

back home again

i am in asia again

enjoying the days off i have

have a growing file in a comp up stairs

will unload enough to overload eyes soon

am ok

am fine

am undefined and so happy for it

much goes on and has in the past week especialy

is that how you spell that ha ha ha

more later…just wanted to drop a line to say that

i am here,

been too busy to blog

but am here

and breathing fine,

love and all that-

me