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Showing posts from April, 2008

The Mormon Hills

And the sun filtered through the tree tops, streaking the ground with shade. And the warm wind blew on my face, my hair into gentle curly ruffles. Your mediterranean surroundings, in the middle of nowhere right in our city. And the garden shed, with all your vehicles surrounded by white pebbles. You brought me to the middle of Mormon land.

With orange trees dotting the landscape, over looked by a mountain of fir trees. The beige carpet of dead grass and rotten orange fruit. And green roses caving the ratan swing on the porche, your dogs circling the area, their tongues wagging. The heat in the air, the bright sun and here in the dark I look out and find that there is much beauty in a world like this. I do not care to judge myself, or you for what we have become. I only know that what is wrong, may some times be right, when a heart or two needs a mend.

I know that you or this place that I embrace with extreme love, may turn into a prism of light fading into the sunset. But while I sip o…
shifting plates, rising mountains, spurting lava and a new world.

new life begins this way, new friendships are built through these times.

but when change hits a person like life never did, it's hard to find something to hold on to.

Heart, we will forget him.

Heart, we will forget him,
You and I, tonight!
You must forget the warmth he gave,
I will forget the light.

When you have done pray tell me,
Then I, my thoughts, will dim.
Haste! ‘lest while you’re lagging
I may remember him!

- Emily Dickinson

The Sentinelese

Lets go to the andamans.. and meet the sentinelese...




Esoteric isolation, help.


The Bageta had seized control of lower end of the island, while the Onga were driven to the smaller island of Siliphus. There they thrived, establishing a small society isolated from the outside. They made jewellery of linked metal, salvaged from overturned ships. The choppy waters surrounding the Island, kept intruders at bay, while those that survived the waters were met with stone spears and war cries.

It was said, where they lived, the Onga.. where you were one of them, your stomach never went hungry. But if you were one of the unfortunate who were not with them, you became the feed that fed them, on the desserted island that they called their home.

Meanwhile on the main island, the Bageta found that the military they had come to love, since it's help was vital for their win over the fearsome Onga was beginning to be the arm that was rotting. The incident that spark…