Stephen is a web developer, Bahá'í, and interfaith activist in St. Paul, Minnesota. He likes to write about religion, social justice, sustainability, science, programming, &c.

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poetry, prose, and other strings of words · 1993 - 2003

Bloody Morning Sky

Number 108

March 10, 1996

The swirling clouds of this confusion bear witness to the awful thoughts manifest in my head driving me from what I shall never know.

Shivering I lay cold cold upon this bed of rock and iron and steel as I am engulfed in the traitorous whirlpool who has abandoned my reason to the black passions of the overwrought overstrung inglorious desires of me.

Oh what do I do what do I do to try to escape this hell of mine which I know not whence it came and whence it shall go.

Impressions of memories faded drive me blue unhappiness gaily shouting myself to the world without uttering a sound I weep.

Sad who knows sadness we all feel pain and we live on and on and on never leaving we are always here we are in the mind of another and our ideas live on in the web of communication they build.

Where to go I am so confused whom to go to I shall never know just call out my solace in black rain clouds surely it will stop raining someday who knows if it shall ever stop raining. . .