Summer of Social Good by Mashable
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Tuesday, June 23, 2009
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
Tuesday, June 9, 2009
Living in Meaning
the Belle tolls
but not in sorrow
as she swims
her oceans
to distant shores
walking rebirthed
and gloried
amongst Tigers
celebrating the journeys
of all that has come before
© 2009/Micael C. Chadwick
[photo (and inspiration): Ellie at Sensuous Broom]
Daze is Done
beacon lights blinking
beckoning the woeful zombies
to the Glamazon Queen
armed with red flags and falsies
her stance stalwart
in deterring her suitors
bashing in heads
and cocooning them
in their own apathy
barring the door
and breaking free
out the window
and down the street
fleeing in a flurry
of frenzied glitter
and shouts of
"SHUT THE FUCK UP!"
© 2009/Micael C. Chadwick
beckoning the woeful zombies
to the Glamazon Queen
armed with red flags and falsies
her stance stalwart
in deterring her suitors
bashing in heads
and cocooning them
in their own apathy
barring the door
and breaking free
out the window
and down the street
fleeing in a flurry
of frenzied glitter
and shouts of
"SHUT THE FUCK UP!"
© 2009/Micael C. Chadwick
Roscoe Jakob
I miss you so much, lil man. Hope you're having a blast where ever you are.
It's hard to believe it's been a year since you left this world. Can't wait to see you again!!!
I love you!
Monday, June 8, 2009
You Don't Know
Do you wake up in the morning and need help to lift your head?
Do you read obituaries and feel jealous of the dead?
It's like living on a cliff side not knowing when you'll dive.
Do you know, do you know what it's like to die alive?
When the world that once had color fades to white and gray and black.
When tomorrow terrifies you, but you'll die if you look back.
You don't know.
I know you don't know.
You say that you're hurting, it sure doesn't show.
You don't know.
You tell me let go.
And you may say so, but I say you don't know.
The sensation that you're screaming, but you never make a sound.
Or the feeling that you're falling, but you never hit the ground.
It just keeps on rushing at you day by day by day by day.
You don't know, you don't know what it's like to live that way.
Like a refugee, a fugitive, forever on the run.
If it gets me it will kill me, but I don't know what I've done.
(from the Tony Award winning musical, Next to Normal)
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