THE GAME, poem

THE GAME, poem

That I’m not really here at all,It’s not spring springing into fall,Forsaken they can’t do anything,No prayer not on this kind of wing.I would be afraid if I could,Can’t fear what I think’s too good,My judgement tied circling my soul,It’s me but I don’t know my...
From The Wilderness, Article One Hundred Seven

From The Wilderness, Article One Hundred Seven

FROM THE WILDERNESS Plight by James Strauss   The door into reality gapes open, swinging wide and then slamming shut, as pain and frightened alienation leave anyone left alive and standing…staring in paralyzed wonder at a closed surface once again veneered over with...
WHAT’S REALLY REAL?

WHAT’S REALLY REAL?

What’s Really Real?

Differential behavior when combined with verbal and written communication. The complexity of trying to arrive at conclusions about other people when limited to talk, or the written word, or even in seething them out in life, all prepared to be seen. What about under the thin layers we lay over the reality of our lives?