Beruflich Dokumente
Kultur Dokumente
Note: What follows lacks editing and writes from the hip into the pages of the test
book. A polished version may exist in the future, but until then the raw narrative
remains. The initial inspiration to write stems from the work of a former
acquaintance then falls into personal experience, narrative, and introspection. After
examining this test, I have decided to meld personal with a polished narrative.
Lastly, to encourage an active experience, the images will speak of their own
references throughout the subsequent books.
A season ago, this was my storm. I bested the winds and braved
cold gales tipped with water. I rose my arms and flew. Long past
the grey cloud shelf and far beneath the setting sun and clouds.
This season the tornadoes gather round and my draw is not what
sent them here. The darkness they churn is beyond my
fingertips. My extension is shorter these days.
These storms dont walk away. These storms dont carry knives
and poisons to me, yet one day they may. These storms attack
making no consideration to damage or blood. The fascination
over control and appearances rule every measure upon measure.
These storms hidden in houses reserve these notions to leave as
some have no more tears to cry, even silently.
House & Home
Oh sun, never leave me alone.
Bought and paid for
What could happen out in the open? Homelessness saw to that
education. Fending for myself in the night still hoping I had a
home. Isle du Medicine I long for again. Making do is not an option
anymore.
How could this go on in a house called home? No matter the relic,
shack, or domain. No matter the rain, I must have some place
called home. A place to rest and heal. A place to grow. Finally a
place to lay my head and call mine own. Not a place to harass or
1) To be hunted down
2) Killed for wisdom
3) Confessing midst retaliation
4) Committing assault
5) Being born without purpose
6) Aimless laughter
7) Aimless laughter
8) Aimless laughter
9) Jokes replacing silence
10)
Self-implicated silence
Why dont they value human life? Do I need to understand? What
relief will that bring me?
I was here. Here. They were there. Am I obligated to save them or
me? Now it is a game? Maybe to see how far Ill go. Wisdom in
death or just plain psychosis in murder?