If music be the food of love, play on:
The sad, mechanic exercise, like dull narcotics, numbing pain.
Make me a willow cabin at your gate, and call upon my soul within the house.
In words, like weeds, I’ll wrap me o’er, like coarsest clothes against the cold.
And all those swearings keep, as true in soul as doth that orbed continent the fire that severs day from night.
For words, like Nat...
Do you covet wealth?
Behold the source of Alchemist’s need,
The Userer’s bread, the miser’s greed.
Time stands still as desire remains the same.
Unchanged, avarice may change its name.
Pursuit of ages, treasure hunt of fools.
Finders keepers, he who takes most, rules.
Does the lust for wealth die or grow old?
No, but fools do. Then remains fool’s gold.
Do you covet power?
Then market it, ex...
See me, if you will, left out in the cold,
Outdated weeds, uninformed, unfriended,
Impatient of appointment with the mold.
What is life, exclusive of belonging?
Inclusion, contribution, common good,
Community, cooperation, love,
Relegated to the realm of Other.
A sibling without sister, without brother.
Hear me, if you will, crying soundless call,
Wordless by the standard slang that’s current,...
“Come with me, Rachel.”
Deborah had the drawn look on her face that Rachel recognized from when her father had passed away. She crossed the small room of their house and stood by her mother’s side, full of concern.
“What is it? What has happened?”
Deborah took her by the hand and led her outside.
“I must show you something. It is in the woods. Come with me.”
As they walked together, Deborah...
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You can’t hear me, but I’m playing.
Not quite lies, the words I’m saying
Are harmonic, if misleading,
With my melody receding.
You can’t hear me, but I’m crying.
If I say I’m fine, I’m lying.
So I say I’m doing well.
Minor key, but you can’t tell.
You can’t hear me, but I’m singing.
It’s a well-known tune. It’s clinging
In my mind, the theme in question.
Variations on rejection.
You ...
The wild gipsy tunes.
The bright colors.
The enticing odors.
Dorcas had wandered into the gipsy camp in a venturous mood that day, out of simple curiosity. How she wished now that she had stayed on the main road and gone directly home to her family, as was her habit! But once in the camp, she had decided to buy a gift for her daughter from the gipsy peddlers. Ribbons, wooden beads, cheap jewe...
“Take us over there!”
Gesturing passionately, Abel looked from the horizon back to Gabe. His face was red and angry and his voice was ferocious.
Their course remained the same.
“Why aren’t you turning us? We need to go in that direction!” He exclaimed again, growing desperate.
“We cannot risk the shallows. This vessel is too large. And our cargo will not stand any rough treatment. Why don’t y...
I’ll find your weakness if I look long enough.
I’ll try all my tricks. You think you are tough
But buddy you are flawed too, just like they all
Have been and ever will be after the Fall.
I’ll find your soft spot, your embarrassment, your shame,
The chink in your armor, the hole in your game,
And I’ll play with it, poke at it, taunt with it, abuse it,
Harp on it, mess with it, and tease until y...
