Where it Begins

You reach into the black depths of your soul and draw forth words that are of such newness, so silent and naked that they must be blinking at the light and rubbing their eyes as if seeing it for the first time.  They are so weak initially that they remind you of newborn mice, innocent and unadorned, without pretense or expectation – but they grow with such hope at each following syllable and sentence, like tiny hearts beating, that by the end they are roaring in their bold elegance, decrying the forces that barricaded them against life and…they speak of emotions and memories that have been so hidden that they were as lost inside their bearer.  And you are there…

5 responses

  1. This is going to be a wild ride…you have talent my man. Nicely said – art.

    September 6, 2009 at 1:23 am

  2. seekraz

    Thank you,Sir. I’ll enjoy your company along the way!

    September 6, 2009 at 1:55 am

  3. david

    I read a book once where the main bad guy went to a chinese restaurant for a special off menu dish–newborn mice dipped in boiling seame oil w/various veggies as companion dishes.

    September 16, 2009 at 1:26 pm

    • seekraz

      Uhm…David…uh, thanks?

      September 16, 2009 at 1:56 pm

  4. me

    i have a helicoptor

    September 16, 2009 at 1:58 pm

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