Horrified, inside and out, in the heat of early morning shadows. Hands gripped on ten and two, eyes feeling heavy and blue – think I’ll stop before I drop and get system shocked soon. Why do I once more catch myself torn between the nightmare of dreamland and the nightmare of opened eyeshight? More importantly… […]Read more "– ten and two –"
Jazz notes still on the dome as I walk right through the kingdom, life in these streets is shown as those three lights do their blinkin’. A common building presents itself, typical and still quite magical. In through the revolving door I guess; in this hour, through doors I go. ~ This new surrounding is the most foreign in all the land. Commoners walk right through me in […]Read more "– nightfall: underground –"
Old flames die their deaths, new sparks take life in deep heat, cautious replacement. D.J. WhisenantRead more "– haiku # 109 –"
Should have known, should have known… shouldn’t have been doubt in my mind. I was wrong, I was wrong… thankful I was wrong this time. ~ Complicated man… strong mind, strong backbone. Workin’ with his hands… earning paper for his home, but still rowin’ over the sins of backwaters, yet he will row forward for his […]Read more "– he will win –"
I’ve gained a fair amount of tact in my adult years. I’ve learned the damage that assumption can do. This lesson just isn’t enough though, not in the heat of common appearances from seemingly common individuals. The words that slip from my lips drip with unhip shades of ignorance. Surprise over another’s true passions and interests […]Read more "– my prejudice gives a private show –"
Photographs only tell half of the story. Word of mouth is just hearsay. These people, places, and things are in desperate need of all of our eyes, all of our hands, all of our hearts. We are in desperate need of experiencing this world for ourselves. ~ ~ D.J. WhisenantRead more "– with our own eyes –"