iphone rings set to acknowledge the callers level of power on the food chain a modified version of caller id used when one accepts society’s type-casting casting that requires the actors each day carry out their assigned role by following a well-worn script of self-importance and always with appropriate mannerisms and external trappings suitable for any given occasion roles can be held for a lifetime or until the figure in the mirror reminds them of who they actually are
life’s light never enters a window as soon as expected when you are a child having an endless nightmare that consumes each breath taken beneath the satin sheets and comforter carefully crafted by a now dead grandmother whose spirit seems to inhabit the fibers of this well-worn patch quilt that forms the magical protective armor against the dark knights, those evil spirits of hades, that roam the eerie dark corners of a child’s bedroom situated at the stairs’ pinnacle where a child is certain that the heavy footsteps heard approaching in the late hours of the night must be his older brother so he calls out and awaits a response that does not come so with great reservation and trepidation the visor of cotton is lifted as his warm breath escapes from beneath the secured closed pivot-hooks of fabric into the cold battlefield air of night and through that small slit tearful eyes peer into the blackness and see not the form of his brother ascending the last step but surely the glowing red form of a devil who does not speak but moves slowly towards the bed but when he stares deeply into the visor it’s closed and the dream ends finally with day’s first light.
your words of understanding and forgiveness cannot be heard for the distance between the two of you is greater than ever before oh there was a time when perhaps your words might have touched the heart but now your words cannot be heard nor can the tracing of your tears be followed by those gentle hands no your words cannot be heard even tho you stand just above the grave
