This world is a playground. Go play!
The Hungry Ghost “These beings are “ghosts” only in the sense of not being fully alive; not fully capable of living and appreciating what the moment has to offer.” The features on the face are meant to be small. Sorry for the terrible image quality. I had to use my camera phone.
Upon the Floor
I awoke heart upon the floor, oozing yesterday’s scars, reeking of foreboding. Rising quick to choke it down, hope no one had seen it around. It goes down smooth like cheap vodka staying there like a scared rabbit in the underbrush.
So is each day I awake to the hard rough concrete, to the putrid stench of sewage and the chocking aroma of burning fossil fuels. And when I look upon the world out my bared window into the hazy yellow light the beauty I with hold is trying to sell me a pair of boots made from sheep’s skin.
“Do you remember the sounds of the great rivers? A lions roar, deep and thunderous beckoning you forward, daring you to join in his power. Do you remember the whispers of the trees as they sang their quite symphonies to us in the lonely night? “
Oh how I remember. Those were the days when a man’s heart wouldn’t dare crawl from his chest. Those were the day of endless golden fields and fresh cherry blossoms that stole your eyes and spoke to your soul. Those were the days of serenity but those days are gone. Now there is only today.
-Jonathan Ryan
Upon the Floor
I awoke heart upon the floor, oozing yesterday’s scars, reeking of foreboding. Rising quick to choke it down, hope no one had seen it around. It goes down smooth like cheap vodka staying there like a scared rabbit in the underbrush.
So is each day I awake to the hard rough concrete, to the putrid stench of sewage and the chocking aroma of burning fossil fuels. And when I look upon the world out my bared window into the hazy yellow light the beauty I with hold is trying to sell me a pair of boots made from sheep’s skin.
“Do you remember the sounds of the great rivers? A lions roar, deep and thunderous beckoning you forward, daring you to join in his power. Do you remember the whispers of the trees as they sang their quite symphonies to us in the lonely night? “
Oh how I remember. Those were the days when a man’s heart wouldn’t dare crawl from his chest. Those were the day of endless golden fields and fresh cherry blossoms that stole your eyes and spoke to your soul. Those were the days of serenity but those days are gone. Now there is only today.
-Jonathan Ryan
The fight inside me grows ever stronger. Twisted, broken, it goes ever longer. At the edge of divide perception is distorted. Beasts of darkness await to be hoarded. The winner is none the winner is all.
