Casting Stones
By rmerwin
Fallen on deaf earsare the murmuring of our loved ones.Murmurrings of the things done to destroy ourselves spilling carelessly upon those who linger closely about us.Self inflicted wounds that kill only the smallest pieces of our own soulsare slowly killing themand who will stop us?The art of self destruction is not taughtit is the slow and masterful divergence of the light of the soul and the darkness of intellect.Beyond reproach are those that cast the stones of bitter fatethe stones that until grasped by the clutches of the fallenare merely obstacles in the paths of the lostnuisances to the feet of the shoes that have caught them.Funny how large a pebble can be when plunged into the eyes of the unsuspecting.So what then?Part of a theme of what a stone can be... Written November 25th, 2001 © on Nov 25 2001 10:53 AM PST, Rick Merwin 0 • 1
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"Fallen on deaf earsare the murmuring of our loved ones.Murmurrings of the things done to destroy ourselves spilling carelessly upon those who linger closely about us.Self inflicted wounds that kill only the smallest pieces of our own soulsare slowly killing themand who will stop us?The art of self destruction is not taughtit is the slow and masterful divergence of the light of the soul and the darkness of intellect.Beyond reproach are those that cast the stones of bitter fatethe stones that until grasped by the clutches of the fallenare merely obstacles in the paths of the lostnuisances to the feet of the shoes that have caught them.Funny how large a pebble can be when plunged into the eyes of the unsuspecting.So what then?Part of a theme of what a stone can be......"