First Million

How did it feel? One followed by all those zeroes, A couple commas. Those must have been the interruption between triplicate noughts. The sleepless, nervous, anxious, unspoken apprehension of what it means to strive for what only can be counted, never kissed or held in warm embrace, never smiled upon or smiling back, the world of mathematics as net worth. How did that feel? Want to try again? You’ll have to try real hard. Only the numbers get bigger. Zeroes stay the same. ♥

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Penny

This is the way it happened. This is exactly the way it happened. I sat in a public place and the little girl wanted to operate the machine that squeezes pennies and makes them look like flat pieces of copper that used to be money. Her parents gave her fifty cents to operate the machine and she put the two quarters and the penny in. Then she turned the handle and I said, “There’s going to be one less penny in the world.” And the woman said, “I know how it feels. My name is Penny. We don’t have pennies where we come from any more. The government too them all away. Everything is rounded either up or down.” “I’ve studied quite a bit about the man depicted on them,” I said and I said the name. “That’s something else we don’t have anymore,” Penny said, “Integrity and Character.” The […]

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Double Cross

It always meant pain. Either you hung me on it and I suffered to your glee or I pick it up from the other end and you run in fear. Let’s talk about it as it really is, but you sit there as if it will go away and leave you untouched. Remember, its your symbol. You started it. And it isn’t jewelry. ♠

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Human Sacrifice

Now that they have proven themselves idolaters, filled with graven images and willing to deny the truth and turn a blind eye to mercy and grace, now that they have denied righteousness and driven themselves mad with lust for power and prestige, preening themselves in elaborate costumes of grotesque exaggeration, I want to tell you I love you and demonstrate by offering myself there is more to belief than gold. ♥

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Dragons

They are here as they have always breathed flame, leathern wings beating, tail potent, able to impale, scales armor hard over a heart of hate, but now they are electric. They are here, as they have always terrified ignorant slaves to superstition and convention, servants to shadow, but now they lure with vanity and lethargy and entice fools with doom of virtual reality. They are here as they have killed before and driven hearts to madness and as before courage with a lance is best, swords tempered by the truth will fell the pet of hell. ♠

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Glory

Out of sleep, out of darkness, into a room half lit wherein I dream, more light beckons, more truth calls beyond a door I must now open. Blinded not at all, but made to see by radiance generously given, I speak aloud the word I have no will to keep. Glory unto me from thee, repeated until we unite in glory. ♥

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Red Head

There she sits, the wayward recessive one, burning the combustibles at both ends, her flaming red hair atop the cigarette she smokes on break, blowing away the risk of emphysema or worse, taking all the chances she can take in ten minutes before or after lunch. What the hell? Who’s going to stop her? More importantly, who’s going to offer her a light? ♥

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Half Full

If I could not sleep because I worry all I have not done remains undone and all I might is mightier than I, then getting out of bed becomes a challenge and I admittedly half heartedly try, one foot before the other inevitably leads outside to fetch the paper, other people’s pulp and fortune delivered to my door when lo, the moon half circle in the sky accompanied by some goofy bird’s sarcastic cry, Howdy do Who are you Nice try. I realize I’ve been a fool again and gratefully not locked out half dressed go back inside. ♥

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Stuck Up

“Oh, I’m so sorry. I didn’t see you there. Did you want that next breath I took? Here, let me put it back so you can have it. Not that you depend on me for anything or ever will or ever want to, but it’s the least I can do and as for me not seeing you, I apologize for that as well, for who could ever overlook someone like you for any reason whatsoever, not that anyone could ever be someone like you for any reason whatsoever and I apologize for repeating my apology and taking so much of your valuable time, but I’m so sorry I got in your way or made you go to any trouble to ignore me, not that you go to any trouble for any reason whatsoever to ignore anyone, you do it so beautifully.” ♥

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Salvation

There are buds upon the trees and I am alive to see them. Men boast of weapons and gods in which they believe, all weapons of one sort or another against the enemies they perceive, but all of them are useless. There are buds upon the trees and I am alive to see them. ♥

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