Letter to the Sheriff
People think we are just wicked and mean,
But we are desperate.
We have never seen anything come our way.
People think we are lazy and we cannot shoulder hard work,
Nor long cold hours staring at a moving screen.
Clearly they have never planned a coup.
I have been sitting by this house for days,
Trying to establish a pattern, a routine of some kind,
But there is nothing predictable about these guys.
I feel like I am wasting my time.
This short will never happen. We are lacking data,
And manpower to make sure it is safe.
There is always a risk. The key is to minimize it.
The best guys in the business
Hell, the best in history are born planners.
Even if you mean it,
It doesn’t mean anything.
Never, always, forever
cannot be taken for granted.
Of their implication.
Your word should be a serious engagement.
You should only voice promises you can live up to.
First published on Diary of a Soul Writer
Why is it that we need to share and connect so much with virtual people, or real people who are not in the room? So much so that we dismiss the presence of those who are.
Have not you noticed that you spend more time on your phone, starring at your agitated screens, checking your messages or writing some than actually talking to people, looking into people’s eyes?
We spend more time sharing pictures and commenting on what we do than spending those moments with those we cherish.
Why is it that Continue reading
The Truth About Love
(an organized poetic essay)
When you feel attracted
To a possible special someone,
When you put yourself out there,
You have to be prepared to accept
What will come next.
As Luck is a key,
Whichever the outcome may be,
It will not seem fair. Continue reading
Je choisis aujourd’hui de vous parler de Loermont. Ce jeune auteur fait ses débuts dans l’écriture. Ses textes ne le laissent absolument pas transparaitre, tant il manie les mots avec précision et souplesse. Au fils des lignes, j’étais transportée. Je me retrouve tant dans cette expérience visuelle et émotionnelle du voyage en train qu’il a choisi d’explorer. Continue reading
A Fork in the Road
When I reach a fork in the road,
And pick a way,
I don’t look back, no way.
I move right ahead,
And to the future.
“What” and “If”s are altogether too pricy,
Painful, and incompatible with reality.
Please do not tell me you want
Something light, casual, and unbinding,
Because I yearn for the opposite. Continue reading