thru chocolate eyes

RSS Feed Homepage

Articles: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7

letters to Suki
2007-10-16 00:54:00
Dear Suki ,We still travel to the glass palace. I know there we can use the key. It spoke of spiders with dandelion globes. There's a dagger behind the curtain.Another fight at the mill. We sustained more losses. All the drones and trolls are almost gone now. But we have a few remaining loyalties in the fire spikes. It's rounders and frisbees. I still don't want you to fight. Just take care of Marigold. We're almost at the beetle sunset and you both need to survive to fight tomorrow. They tell me that when the golden liquid enters her veins it will seep up into the cavity with lightening speed. Don't worry. I'm sure she will grind the matador. Life will be as it was.We're trying to evade the martian books. So it's a matter of laying low. But I wil not fail to keep you informed. Your Friend,Maxine
More About: Letters

knocking at your door
2007-10-14 15:27:00
I've been here, knocking at your door. And you are not answering. Knocking. Dear God, where are you? Why do you not answer me? Knocking. For six long years I have been here. Knocking. Pleading for you to let me in and take away my pain. Knocking. I can barely stand I'm in such anguish. And I'm still knocking.Knocking. Why do you ignore me? Knocking. I don't know how much longer I can hold on. Knocking.
More About: Door

children of today
2007-10-13 18:57:00
Oh children of today we have fashioned for you a sterile and numb world. Where you are protected from every danger. Where you must worry about germs and fear the future.Little boys you may not play with toy guns and swords. Stifle your instincts and repress your development. You must be responsible and deal with your venting as an adult.Little girls do not be vengeful or catty. We don't have time to listen to your insecurities. You must fight for yourself.Do not rage against anything. For we are fearful and left hopeless in the face of your strength and do not know how to channel it. Your parents are frightened of you. You can not have the blissful freedom of childhood we had. We wish to return to a time where children held their own in the family. But see- it is no longer with labor and farming. It is a much more intellectual world. So you must begin your training in the crib with Beethoven. Look and listen carefully. Learn to read early or compete in sports before your fragile bo...
More About: Children , Today

the nobility of the baker
2007-10-12 17:09:00
The joy of the baker is to make our lives sweetfor one thing which unites us is that we must eat.
More About: Baker

the wolves in the night
2007-10-11 16:33:00
Be wary young women going into the nightwhere the darkness hinders judgement and blocks your sight.Look down and see you are dressed as sheepfor your innocence broken, I must weepThere are wolves who prowl and stalkwith sweet seduction to their talkBe not fooled by their gallantryor enveloped in their mysteryYou should know that if their presence drawsunderneath are fangs and clawsYes, there's every reason to fretfor you shall not see another sun set.
More About: Wolves , Night

old friends
2007-10-10 15:41:00
How joyful is the reunion with old friends. No matter how long you have been apart, it always seems like it was no time at all. They remind you of who you are. That the people who you care about remain a part of you. That they are with you in spirit all along.
More About: Friends

kiss a frog
2007-10-09 16:28:00
I was just wondering about the fairytale where a princess kisses a frog and he turns into a prince. I was wondering if it was related in any way to the story of licking toads getting people high. Seems to me like our fair princess just had to be high. Maybe that's just me. Sorry if my pessimism spoils it for you.
More About: Kiss , Frog

letters to Suki
2007-10-09 01:11:00
Dear Suki ,We have a bend in the road. The lizards are restless. And there are way too many dominoes. It's a dangerous journey. Pedro has already been injured. Joe is worried.We ran into some mares on the runway. One pulled a spark and the others followed. It was not a fair fight. They're after the key. They can smell it.It's just not safe for Marigold to come yet. But we will meet her at the train station in Antioch when we arrive. Hold the bear until then. Craig is holding his share. He wanted to remind you of the belly blasters and bon-bons. I guess this first mission is hard on him. He'll be home safe and sound before you can say "filler spooker".Your Friend,Maxine
More About: Letters

tug of war
2007-10-08 03:16:00
There are opposing forces ripping me apart.It feels like being drawn and quartered.One pulls this way and the other yanks back.It's tug of war over my soul.And I am exhausted from the slashingand sapping of my spirit.Because I try to give myselfto those I care aboutcompletelyand there's nothing left over

the coffee shop
2007-10-07 04:23:00
There's a ring of smoke in the airwhere groups of friends gather to shareamong the sweet aroma of beansthe future and their empowered dreamsThoughts on philosophy circle roundwhere insomniac brains are found.Eyes muddle through textbooksfor tomorrow's outlookFor the idealist youth who right now thrivesand then will let the next generation drive.Don't let go of your soul as the world corrodes itFor you are the candle which keeps our lives lit.
More About: Coffee , Shop , Coffee Shop

the phoenix
2007-10-06 02:19:00
There's a mythical bird whose body is said to be consumed by flames when it has matured. It burns bright and rockets into oblivion. It's reduced to mere ashes. And from those ashes it is reborn to live another life. But the bird is not a myth- it's a metaphor. It represents us and the changes we endure on our path through life. They can shake us to the core, to our very foundation. They can be so painful that they burn us into ashes. But we will rise from them. To fly again.
More About: Phoenix

mother goose
2007-10-04 17:55:00
Come all you children and gather roundfor all the old nursery rhymes we found.There are children who are whipped right before bed,and a boy who falls downhill, breaking his head.There are children who fall through ice and drown.There's a sweet baby whose cradle falls down.There's a woman who loses her nose to a bird.And about Humpty Dumpty I'm sure you've all heard.There are blind mice who will sharply lose their tails.There are many people with reasons to wail.But wait, what's wrong? Why do you cry?We'll surely find more- by and by.
More About: Mother , Goose , Mother Goose

fate
2007-10-04 01:52:00
softdon't speak of the windand of ominous liaisons with fate;she sneaks into your roomwhile you are sleepingvulnerableand leaves a scar upon your browalthough you are panickedbecause your gullibilitysteered you into a pactwith the beast of destinydeceiveddeny it to your mindfor the only thing she fearsis blithe cheer
More About: Fate

the chest
2007-10-02 14:53:00
You will never know the dark secrets I keep hidden deep in the lake of my soul. They are wrapped up tight and entombed in a wooden chest. It's guarded by a rusty old lock and shackled to the lake floor. But the chains become weakened by the incessant tide. Occasionally they break and the coffin of macabre thoughts and fantasies rises unfettered to the surface. There it bobs in delight at my horror. I have to rush and dive in. And wrestle it to the bottom again.
More About: Chest

letters to Suki
2007-10-01 13:52:00
Dear Suki ,Betrothed! Victorious am I! Let me pour out the battle.We came at sunrise. There was a sponge quarry on the leaves. And caskets of washboards shone.I was marked and ready. The team behind me was a cackle for stray shingles. In trinket confidence I smashed a challenge to the hermit. Folly. For he raged at me in the nail.But the friends I have made in my charitable journeys proved true. The sullen brownies spun fatigue mist at him. I strained and thought of the towels. And I asked him if he knew what was in my knapsack.Lo, that the weakness a hermit would be vanity! It was a niche chair that I found it.The greatest weapon was a whip. I saw my face, Joe's and yours rolled up in a griffin. Having arms of Paris, legs of the summer night and ferrets. My hearts together with the tip of a sword at my throat. But I swallowed the daughter pain and lunged for the eyes. for none of us are better than the skyscrapers.And that is how I won the key. There was nothing to say to the flag ...
More About: Letters

be cute
2007-09-30 20:18:00
Be cute-no be adorable.Be so pleasing to the eyes that it is hard to take them from you.Melt hearts of those who look at you.For then the world will love you.
More About: Cute

curiosity
2007-09-30 02:56:00
Clever and authentic are the hands of undiluted curiosity, balancing like a drop of dew on a leaf.
More About: Curiosity

the zen of Steven
2007-09-28 18:57:00
Confidence brims over my walk,soothed with an easy-going talk.Listen to me and you'll seehow so great this life can be.Come over and have a drink.I will really make you think.For there's a world of opportunity,and don't forget about community.But I just don't want to join the race.I hate to move at such a rushed pace.You know mean people only make me smile.I've been onto their tricks for quite a while.
More About: Steven

running is an instinct
2007-09-27 15:23:00
Run. We all run. It's a primal instinct really. But since most of us do not live in the wild we think we're above it. We think we don't run when we experience fear. But we run intellectually. Fight or flight. In the animal kingdom, when flight is an available option it is usually the one chosen. It's smarter than staying and risking injury. We don't even realize we're running until we are finally far enough away to look back. The most common predator we are hastening to escape from is failure. But there are many other fears too. What are you running from? Do you know?
More About: Running

the jazz funeral
2007-09-26 16:12:00
There's an elegant lady who lives in the south.She's been there generations, by the old bay's mouth.She's strictly bound by traditions, be what they may,for every night she drinks and parties into day.Then relaxes in her gardens, nurturing vinessweetly with iced tea, worships Africa's divine.She has many faces you'll never understand,unless you listen to the music of her bands.For ever since her dear son jazz to the earth was born,he holds her hand and makes sure she is not forlorn.When the rest of us suffer loss you will here see,we weep and cry, but not her. She's a mystery.She lets her son parade her through the dirty streets,with memories of the departed's dancing feet.But lady New Orleans, you have so many lost.When will the jazz funeral end? Will it next frost?No. It doesn't frost here, with plague of brutal heat.And the sadness which covers her can't find defeat.Look deep into her dark eyes and you just might findthe secret to her power, strong enough to blind.She h...
More About: Jazz , Funeral

calling all wayward poets
2007-09-25 16:06:00
You are a poet. Everyone is. You may not express yourself with words. But you have expression. If you don't, you are lying to yourself. You have locked away your emotions deep inside your soul and they ache. Release them. They hurt more when they are denied. For if your have blood running through your veins, you feel. don't let yourself grow numb. Seek it. Follow me and I will show you.
More About: Calling , Poets

letters to suki
2007-09-24 13:16:00
Dear Suki ,We have a slight delay. One last moustache in the apron. The hermit refused our dance with the winds. He says the slime balances the chocolate. We are one member down and must fetch the Sandman. Craig has flown to bust him out.Oh, I loathed the day I invited him to my team. But the hermit says there is no sun without the moon. Had the bear sharpened his claws too early, he wouldn’t have had any meatballs.So I guess the journey has been swarthy. But I didn’t know it from the start. Because we always take the steps to rethink the mastodon.Your Friend,Maxine
More About: Letters

walk with me
2007-09-23 17:11:00
Oh hold my hand as we go outbecause I have forgotten how to be in a crowdOh whisper solace in my earbecause I am frightened of strangersOh cajole me into speakingbecause I worried about what they will thinkOh please look for mebecause I am hiding and tremblingOh pull me out of my shellbecause it is lonely in here
More About: Walk

starved
2007-09-22 16:29:00
parchedI have thirsted until I am dry as a desertshriveling up in miserydehydratedand then quenchedwith healing waters until I am whole againexhaustedI have missed sleep until I am a zombiestumbling, dizzy and delusionalfatiguedand then found slumberwith rejuvenation of deep rest to cleanse my musclesstarvedI have hungered until I am a hollow well ravenous with stabbing painsfamishedand then tastedwith sweet nutrients to revitalize metorturedI have suffered endless moments without you by my sidewith a voracious craving which surmounts any otheranguishedand then reunitedwith the exhilaration of being in the presence of my true love

a different perspective
2007-09-22 00:00:00
There are things you're supposed to do. You're supposed to look at the art when you're in an art museum. You're supposed to look at the animals when you're in the zoo. You're supposed to look at the merchandise in a store. You're supposed to look where everyone else is looking.Because there can't possibly be anything else interesting going on. Could there?
More About: Perspective , Diff

drive
2007-09-21 01:20:00
There's no shame in searching for control.When your life seems to be falling apart.The freeway underneath will support you.The trees and the lights fly by.But do it alone.There is real solace here.Behind the wheel.
More About: Drive

the pantheon of machines
2007-09-19 22:14:00
There was a roar from the forgotten underworld of the supernatural.Your world no longer has beliefs! it bellowedOh yes...yes we do.We have a faith in a new pantheon.It ties the entire modern world together.Everywhere you go there is worship of technology.An alter to her sits in almost every home and workplace.We carry symbols of it on our person.When they ring and call us to worship,We never hesitate in blasphemy.We eat, sleep, work, travel and communicateall with the help of our new gods.there isn't a part of our lives that isn't touched by them.And we are so much more dependent on our pantheonthan any of the peoples of the past ever were on theirs.Some influence mankind toward good, some toward wickedness.But nobody ever questions our faith.If they did, they would suffer the consequences,Estrangement at best, maybe exile or worse.Yes. We have utter blind devotion to our faith.just like the people of the past.
More About: Machines , Mach , Theo

uncle
2007-09-19 01:06:00
do you know I've always looked up to you?a man who is brave as steelwho see hell's inferno burning truestill smiles unafraid to feelbehind that strong exterior boldlies a heart gentle as a doveand every year as I grow oldI can't forget your soft lovefor the people see a hero, a man who braves the firebut I can only see a man who is dear to methe miles have always separated us, but I don't requirenearness for a place in my heart where you will always be
More About: Uncle

free
2007-09-18 16:13:00
On Sunday, when the guys went out on their little outing, we all forgot that my son's car seat was moved to my husband's car. He didn't even notice it on his way to work.Yesterday morning we got dressed and were on our way out. Put there wasn't a car seat for me to put my son it. We were trapped!Three year olds don't handle a quick change of plans very well. I have to admit, that as I was trying to calm him down I recounted the days of my childhood. We took a lot of long car trips, and there were no car seats yet.I remember vividly laying on the floorboards of my parents' beat up Datsun and letting the rumble soothe me to sleep. That memory is the perfect picture of being unsafe today. I believe that my mother and grandmother drove their children around as babies to get them to sleep.That didn't exactly work for us.My son can't seem to get to sleep in his car seat. He never has been able to. Who can blame him? sitting snugly, stiff and upright like that looks so uncomfortabl...
More About: Free

letters to Suki
2007-09-18 05:52:00
Dear Suki ,Beguiled. We have forgotten the Sandman. He snapped at the candle tiles and we are gone.But what of his name? Lies. He’s not the keeper of dreams nor an apprentice to the witch doctor. He is a nightlight charlatan. The racing stripes and locust gave him away.Everything was fine when he stuck to blank capture vines and minor devilries. Then his eyes crossed a sandpaper mane. Innocence enraptured him. He broke rank and sported the sugar fangs. I wish there was a spider in the mall. But there are no tomorrows for splitfinger.The Cyclopes are always watching. So when they came for him, we didn’t spill the perfume. So they arrested him. Good riddance. He’s just a spot in the blue anyway.And I didn’t want him lurking around my fight. I’m going to be vulnerable. Which reminds me, please send Craig to join the squad. I need help.Your Friend,Maxine
More About: Letters