Glass half empty
Faded paint
Water leaks
Broken sheetrock
Dripping faucet
Stained carpet
Cracking linoleum
Peeling trim boards
Flooding basement
Failed electricity
Endless junk
Overabundant toys
Limited storage
Tuneless piano
Addled computer
Childhood mayhem
Adulthood doldrums
Overdue bills
Curtainless windows
Aging automobiles
Persistent mess
Developing children
Loving wife
Faithful friends
Supportive Quartet
Promising work
Bountiful blessings
Glass half full--
Simple pleasures of glorious creation,
Childish giggles and delight.
Ambling articulation
Methodical, pausing, selecting,
Purposeful and intentional,
Bogged, paralyzed, flogged, beaten,
Train derailed.
Amusement garbled, happiness mutilated.
Ramblings expand, frustration explodes,
Grasping, plotting, scheming, grabbing,
Unraveling, chaotic climax!
Inspiration resurrected, confusion forgiven.
Excursion resumed, deliverance,
Mission accomplished.
About the Creator
Mack D. Ames
Educator & writer in Maine, USA. Real name Bill MacD, partly. Mid50s. Dry humor. Emotional. Cynical. Sinful. Forgiven. Thankful. One wife, two teen sons, one male dog. Baritone. BoSox fan. LOVE baseball, Agatha Christie, history, & Family.
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Death is a black hole. Think about it. A black hole is the corpse of a star, something once warm and bright, now come to the end of its life cycle. But some will argue that the cycle of life does not end with death. That death is merely another path we must walk once our bodies expire and our souls ascend. In that moment, when the fuel in the star’s chemical tank hits empty and the shiny matte coat explodes into supernova, the mass left behind – the corpse – becomes a black hole. We understand that, around such a vast cadaver, dimensions work a little differently in death to the way we’re used to in life. For example, light cannot escape the pull of a black hole when it hits the point of no return. That’s where it gets its colour. Space itself is contorted by a black hole. That’s where it gets its funny shape. Even time. Time slows right down the closer you get to it. The closer you get to a black hole. The closer you get to death.
By Matthew Curtis5 days ago in Humans
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This was like going on a roller coaster ride, a very emotional one! I loved it!