AUTHOR'S CORNER;

THERE ARE...

There are stories to be shared, things that need to be said, people that need to be told.  There are a thousand reasons not to and a million reasons why we should.  Lest we forget and the suffering is all in vain,lest we comply with injustice and turn a blind eye.  

There are tears of despair, tears of anger and tears of regret. There are breaths taken in fear, breaths taken in desperation and gasps of anxiety.  There are breaths taken in sorrow as they predict the stories of the human race.  

There are stories to be told, names to be shared and things that need to be said.  As the hand of humanity beats against the rhythm of life, hearts beat to the rhythm of life, life beats to the drumming of the hearts, entwining in rhythmic

motion. 

Blood runs through veins, veins that run to arteries and arteries that run to the life force and saturate the human race. Imprinting and decoding and reinventing humanity.  

Seas that beat against rocks, rocks that crumble from the mountains and mountains that peak from out of the seas. All marking and shaping and coding and decoding and reinventing the life force. 

There is life that is born and life that dies, there is life which is brought about and life which is destroyed.  And there is life which lingers in the hollow eyes of memory, making good of its existence by haunting the rest for all eternity.

There are stories to be said, thoughts to be shared, things that should have been told.  Sweat that saturates the earth, tears that feed the plants and fear that clouds the skies.  

There are clouds that shelter the earth, rain that exposes the secrets, and lightening that jolts the people.  There is justice in injustice if hope is let go, and happiness in unhappiness if it serves the purpose.  An incorruptible corruptness in a world of manufactured dreams, where souls are ten a penny and tears are plentiful.  Where souls are bought for as little as an illusion and sold on at a profit to line the rich man's pocket; to keep him appeased.  

There are stories to be shared, love that needs to be told, things that haven't been said.  There is famine and war, there is pain and suffering.  There is the lost dream that lingers in the corner of the poor man's eye, the shattered hope that beats at the heart of the victim and the broken, wondering spirit that plays upon the mind of the lost.  

There is the lost world of make belief, the lost hope in the eyes of intoxication.  There is the sorrow that sits on the temple of the head, reminding us all of the inevitable.  There is the glare of the sun, exposing the secrets and the harshness of the night, under the vast and lonely universe. 

There are stories to unfold, hope that needs to be shared and things that must be told.

There are dreams in nightmares and nightmares in reality and reality which seems like but a dream.  There is illusion in deception and deception in the truth.  All held together by the poor man's hope and desperate need for salvation.  

There are ...there are stories to be told.