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

writers words forgotten is worse than love lost but with heavy hearts we return to blank pages–A. Long

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.

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