Thursday, February 27, 2014
Wednesday, February 26, 2014
They took their crowns and placed them at your feet.
They swapped their robes for working clothes and went to till the fields.
So that one day, you might take off the crown they'd given you and you might give it to someone, new.
And then go and work the fields.
Written by Me at 7:19 AM
Tuesday, February 25, 2014
Monday, February 24, 2014
Maybe that's why the young have so much to say, while the old hold what little words they have left so close and so tightly in their hearts.
Written by Me at 7:00 AM
Friday, February 21, 2014
Thursday, February 20, 2014
I'd like to show you a news report without a calm voice, where the woman at the desk, just breaks down and cries and the only narrative to the horrible pictures, is a series of screams, where the only soundbite, is the sound of weeping.
I'd like the presenter to cross live to an anchor, who rips his shirt and beats his chest, as he clenches his jaw, as the tears sting his eyes.
I'd like to show you a talking head, who stands at the gates, shaking them, rattling them, screaming out into the fire:
Written by Me at 7:06 AM