Huddled close to the warming rays of the candle
Its feeble glow gives the illusion of heat
My belly full, a sheaf of dead writers in my hand
Lost in the past I share the moment with them
The sleepers grunt, snuffle and wheeze in their dreams
Morpheus comes not for me, not yet!
The stars wheel in their ageless rounds
The Balsams give off their Christmassy smell
A last bit of chocolate to stoke the body furnace
Its bittersweet taste lingers on my tongue
I shiver against the night, the cold in my bones
Put out the candle, time for sleep
Chuck Connors, November 6, 2007
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Just a little page to showcase some new stuff; some that's been published and some that hasn't...yet.
By the way, If you haven't heard by now writers ARE dangerous. They're usually enemies of the State in one way or another. The State (any state) fears the spread of knowledge and trys to discredit and eliminate any and all purveyors of knowledge and critical thinking. Ultimately the State fails and implodes because the stale ideas of the State are no match for the Writer's tools and abilities. After all, wasn't it Edward Bulwer-Lytton that said "The pen is mightier than the sword."
Read on and enjoy.
By the way, If you haven't heard by now writers ARE dangerous. They're usually enemies of the State in one way or another. The State (any state) fears the spread of knowledge and trys to discredit and eliminate any and all purveyors of knowledge and critical thinking. Ultimately the State fails and implodes because the stale ideas of the State are no match for the Writer's tools and abilities. After all, wasn't it Edward Bulwer-Lytton that said "The pen is mightier than the sword."
Read on and enjoy.
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