Unbent
On impact
Not eclipsed
By innovation
Or swallowed up
By the tide of times
Water tight
Air tight
In the face of intrusion
Unscathed by radiation rays that alter
Hostile waves that deform
Echoes
Of the black box
Universal
THE SIGNAL
There was commotion within the First House after the surprise distress call right in the middle of the night. The red blink at the high priority console signaling a looming shaking within the establishment was one of a kind. Security agents within the internal Multi-Level Response units were thrown on a momentary frenzy as they quickly ran their checks. Parameters marking the expansive grounds hosting the magnificent giant facility went on a lock-down mode, with preliminary evaluation from the rapid response system having ruled out the prospect of external intrusion.
CRY OF THE HUNTED
Some things just never change! It’s probably a proverb worthy of reflection that old habits die hard. From a layman’s point of view to the rocket scientist’s interpretation, some element of undisputed truth dwells in there. There exists a silent line in the broad scheme of things. A defining boundary beyond which self subtly and definitively translates to divine, almost with a tone of finality…fatally so. In tension filled successive sweeping waves characteristic of the self destruct, moments tick by. As sure as the sunset, it is only a matter of time! Always. Continue reading “CRY OF THE HUNTED”
The Black Diamonds Choir!
The class burst in laughter with the instructor’s assertion everyone has their version of three minutes of madness daily. He went on to explain how he would spend some of those early morning moments making faces and stretching his ears before the bathroom mirror. Continue reading “The Black Diamonds Choir!”
The Blazing Trail 