All I Want Is The Truth

All I want is the truth ….. by Jim Adams

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I threw away the box, so that all of my thinking would stem from the same place, one where war was bad and peace was good.  By all means, I am not a paragon of virtue, but I had to find the truth and the meaning behind it.  I had to discover if I was being forced to hide my true self under a mask in order to keep my sanity.  I needed to investigate the whole body of real things, the events, and facts that were actuality pertinent, so I could find the story behind the truth.  It hit me like a bag of bricks when I finally learned the untold truth.

Politicians never solve any problems, as they always go back to their same issues, so nothing ever gets done about gun control, or healthcare or immigration.  All of the politicians are deceiving yellow-bellied cowards and the guy…

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In process

A soul cries to be reborn, full of promise, full of regret and fired with intent to get it right this time around. A genetic framework is created to house the intent. It sees the light of the world once again, and squeals in delight – the world labels it as crying (there are no … Continue reading In process

Fiery

“It’s not just a spark. I’ve fireworks in me, which outwit the conservative cape. Brilliance shines through. Beauty is not far behind.” Fire steps back a bit, fearing mercurial temper, but re-emerges with all its warmth and life-giving energy. “Understand, accept and step back if you’ve the slightest desire to dominate.” It’s a very enigmatic … Continue reading Fiery

Reena’s Exploration Challenge #94

Seasons change, so do people and relationships. What remains constant is the process of churning out thoughts – some mundane, some innovative and some creative – but it is energy nevertheless, energy which powers the world. So, here we are in another tiny capsule of time, reproducing snapshots of our thought process in this space. … Continue reading Reena’s Exploration Challenge #94

Being Tree-d

perceived strength watches helplessly floating boats harsh currents cross over the arch -challenged mobility weeps https://scvincent.com/2019/07/04/thursday-photo-prompt-span-writephoto/

Memories

crumpled memories lying in a bin for times immemorial suddenly made sense this morning   I doodled thoughts till they assumed a familiar face - pliable memories reconstructed to fit in a comfort zone   my life begins to make sense 0nce again…. the faces lose identity to become masks https://reinventionsreena.wordpress.com/category/reenas-exploration-challenge/

Recruitment

"What were you thinking when you hired this guy?I don't see a photography course on his profile." "I need a good photoshop artist, not a photographer." "Oh, yeah... I keep forgetting. The world is digital. We don't develop pictures in darkrooms." https://only100words.xyz/2019/07/04/three-line-tales-week-179/

Patriotism

“Job completed as per instructions. Flag raised to the recommended height, and set to fly at the stipulated time…” This is another routine report the Admin Head checks every day at work. But today is different. The employee who executed the task has been sacked, and his own job is at stake. “What the hell … Continue reading Patriotism

Castle of Illusion ~ blackout poem

A blackout poem … by rivrlogr

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Castle of Illusion

Land and sites engaged the illusion,
made perfect the wholeness, hiding
hollowness. Empty windows watched,
the Ego isolated within, disturbed.
Cairn of ancestors, bitter wind,
vacant feel part of its landscape,
our own psyche apart from it.

This blackout poem is based on a post, Hunting the Unicorn: Shells and Fruits,
written by Sue Vincent and posted at The Silent Eye.  I encourage you to read it.
The image is an edited/layered version of  two of Sue’s photos.
~~ Thank you to Sue for her inspiration and for graciously accepting my offering. ~~

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