Slavery exists as a hold on the imagination; the relearning of human attachment is the way in which that hold is loosened.

from Dymer by C. S Lewis

You, stranger, long before your glance can light

Upon these words, time will have washed away

The moment when I first took pen to write,

With all my road before me–yet to-day,

Here, if at all, we meet….

I miss you

the way writers fiend for inspiration

the way a wick wants the flame

I’m here

working on putting the picture of my future

in this frame

Branded A Poet By God has been tattooed on my fingertips so I slit them with hot pens to bleed ink on the page before hand— A. Long

Today I begin a new life. I am the master of my abilities… and today will be a great and beautiful day.
— Baby Boy

Saw this movie the other day. Unsuspectingly deep words from such a trivialized character. go figure.

Here’s to having this thingy. Let’s see where it goes.

“This is the first day of my life”- SNRG