Wednesday, December 21, 2005

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...with the strange lady seated upon a lotus flower, there was eternal everlasting calm over the land. She was the goddess of wealth. She brought a fruitful year to those who worshipped her for she was metaphysically intertwined with the universe. She alone stood as a pedestal that acted on behalf of those who bowed before her. Eclipsing the relevant stars and coercing the lights of other celestial bodies to shine down upon those who bestowed their love for her. This was her power. It summoned good and scattered the bad. The destiny of many in her grasp, the pathway...


…he took flight from the threshold of his shanty hut and proceeded to enter his gateway, his nexus of freedom, riches and mirth; the central garbage disposal zone. He was 8, bald and hungry. Searching through every nook and cranny of everything he sets his sight upon, he stumbles upon many a trinkets and treasures. An expired box of milk, a moldy loaf of bread and a fly infested cup of jelly, ‘a lunch from the Gods’ he whispers to himself. He gathers more for his siblings, his ill father and his disabled mother. All in a days work for…


...he called upon his fleet of men with guns and demanded the prisoners to stand in single file facing the guards. Sobs of the women and children were heard; cries of great travail and sorrow. The men stood still knowing that the worse has come to an end. One final blow and they will be at peace; far from all the persecution, lies and hate. They will be released from their agony into the hands of the Creator. They are waiting. Shots were fired and then, silence. 13 dead and 1 injured. A guard approached the injured one hastily with…

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