Butterfly Story
Who breaks a butterfly upon a wheel? I asked the question a thousand times but being children of a lesser god comes at a price. We are after all, little more than gilded… jaded… wounded bugs. One night to live an...
Read MorePosted by Ash | Nov 25, 2012 | The Prophets |
Who breaks a butterfly upon a wheel? I asked the question a thousand times but being children of a lesser god comes at a price. We are after all, little more than gilded… jaded… wounded bugs. One night to live an...
Read MorePosted by Ash | Nov 24, 2012 | The Prophets |
“I will not let anyone walk through my mind with dirty feet.” – Gandhi … To be fair tho, most people aren’t aware they’re hauling mud and hurling crud by the things they say and do....
Read MorePosted by Ash | Nov 19, 2012 | The Prophets |
Dangling my feet over the cliff, its a 10,000 feet drop but my wings were burned away when I crashed into Earth. “Why are we here?, “I asked my muse, “you know I’m afraid of heights…”...
Read MorePosted by Ash | Nov 16, 2012 | The Prophets |
“If I placed a golden coin for every time this heart gets shattered… There will be enough gold to feed the world,” I told my muse. He looked at me and smiled a secret smile. “When I created your kind and...
Read MorePosted by Ash | Nov 14, 2012 | The Prophets |
Smoking in the rain, under a huge umbrella, catching up with old friends though I have no clue who they are!! None of their faces I recall… So I am wondering what am I doing here? Fast-forward… I found myself in a...
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