Shackled ShackledLook down. It is there.Your symbol of slavery.It is always moving. Even when it stops.It is just falling behind.Even when you leave it behind. &
The Toothless Wolf Taste of blood on my lips,But the blood is my own.I am the hunter,With no will to kill.Starved with ribs showing,I let my prey pass by.Who deserves to live?They do more than I.J. C. Sob.August 13, 2008
Hope I closed my eyes to hope long ago.It was too painful to see how far away it was.It shined weakly on the horizon a slim sliver of light.So weak it only revealed how vast the darkness was.So I closed my eyes, and embraced my own darkness.I moved forward blindly abandoning all thought of that distant light.I endured long years of trials letting my darkness chew a hole inside of me.Just as I thought I was becoming one with the darkness I was stopped.A soft gentle hand planted itself on my chest.“You have come so far alone. You can stop now. Please open your eyes.”The beautiful voice startled me. It seemed to sing
Moonlit Stream Moonlit StreamChaos has past,Dissolved in the babble of a mountain stream,Swept away by the rustling of leaves in the wind,All is quiet now.Peace has come.No questions to answer seated among stones.No striving for approval under the moonlight.All is quiet now.In this place I find the way.J.C. SobJuly 13, 2008
Lonely LonelyA part of me screams at myself “Why are you doing this to yourself?”A quiet part cries out in pain “How am I supposed to stop it?”An envious part sneers “Others are happy. They are not alone like us. Why can’t we have what they do?”A logical part reasons “Watch what they do maybe it will work for us.”A proud part states “We are not like them. They can not help us.”An optimistic part implores “Try it anyway. It is better than doing nothing.”A bitter part spits out “Yeah that is the story of our life, better than nothing.”A stubborn part complain
Stirring the Pot Put in your love and make it sweet.Put in your innocence and make it pure.Put in your lust and make it hot.Put in you pride and make it shine.Put in your hope and make it strong.Put yourself in and stir the pot.Put in your hate and make it bitter.Put in your guilt and make it muddled.Put in your fear and make it cold.Put in your doubts and make it dark.Put in your despair and make it fragile.Put yourself in and stir the pot.Share what you made with the world.Give it to your friends.Give it to your enemies.Keep some for yourself.Some one will always want more.Put what you will in the pot and see what you get.
Nothing Hurts A man is walking through a nearly empty parking lot. It rained today. The black-top is wet, but not slippery. It is nighttime, and the only light in the lot is coming from the store the man is walking away from.The man is watching the long shadows he is casting as he walks. He likes the shadows in this light. They will let him know if anyone is sneaking up on him before they can catch him unaware. He smiles at this thought as he thumbs the nub on the neck of the folding knife in his pocket. He reviews in his mind the quick practiced motion. A slight touc
The Paths Taken Three doors lie before me. I have come to this point many times. All three doors set in my path are adorned with nothing but small brass plates. The first door, the left path’s plate states “here no meaning is found.” The second door, the middle path’s plate is tarnished and unreadable. The third door, the right path’s plate states “here no pretty lies live.” I have traveled the left and right paths many times, but the center stands locked.The door to the left holds a path paved with beauty. It twists and turns weaving many distractions, and little joys to make time move swiftly. There are games t
Something I do not want anything,Anything will not do,Anything is worthless.Nor do I want nothing,Nothing is always there,Nothing is always free.I must find something to want,If only something was special,Something would be priceless.J.C. SobOctober 14, 2007
Ch1 P1 Jimmy's Loss 1925 January 27th The light broke over the eastern hills bathing a few rows of houses that were generously called a village in a weak light. A black carriage drawn by four black horses accompanied by six other riders moved towards the center of the village. The lead rider raised a gloved hand to halt the procession. Dismounting in front of the only unique house in the row he walked to the door. The house was made of weathered grey stone rather than the efficient brown brick and wood constructs surrounding it. The only wood visible on this building was a large curve-topped door painted a
I Feel Like Falling Apart... The shattered pieces of my life fall to the ground. Some of the pieces stay reasonably together, others are cracked down the middle, and some of them are disintegrated into powder. Tears fall over the destruction for a time. Eventually I start picking up the pieces. I cut myself on the sharp jagged edges. My blood and tears are mixed with the powdered pieces to make a paste. I lay out the pieces the way I think they were before. I never get it the way it was, but sometimes I do not even want it that way. Slowly I paste the pieces back together.
Waking up in Vegas Where did this ring come from?
A Child's Question Rain drops fall,Sun still shines,Is god smiling and crying?J.C. SobSeptember 2, 2007
Good Intent Road Left? Right?Which way is hell?
Watch What You Say Anything you say can and will be used against you. The police are the only ones required to tell you that, but every one dose exactly that. Every word is a weapon. Some words are blunt stones thrown at you when you least expect it. Some words are sharp knives used to cut you when you are most vulnerable. Some words are searing flames that either burn scars into you, or consume you completely. Do not carelessly leave your words lying around, or you may find them returned with malice. Sun Tzu once said “one cart of supplies taken from you opponent is worth three of your o
Professional Betrayal Looking deep into Sven’s eyes John smiles “you really did not know, did you?” A gurgling cough sputters from Sven. “Oh don’t try to talk Sven. The first stage of the poison tends to make the tongue swell.” With agonizing slowness John removes the spike from Sven’s side. “This one is an interesting concoction” looking appraisingly at the spike. Guiding Sven to his recliner John sits him down gently. Never getting a drop of blood on his suit, or breaking eye-contact with Sven. “The tongue swelling is merely a side-effect. I
Best Man, Worst Man “Sorry, wasn’t listening.” “The ring, please!?”J.C. SobAugust 18, 2007
The Only Gift that is Left She enters the house. All the lights are out. The room lit only by the light of a single candle and the dying rays of the setting sun. The candle is sitting on the long coffee table in the center of the living room. Beside the candle lay a short and narrow black velvet box with a crimson envelope propped up against it. Two long stem roses one black one white crossed on the table before the box. She opened the envelope that was engraved to “My Sweetest Angel.” As she unfolded the parchment inside she could smell the scent of vanilla and licorice coming from
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