Captian's Log Poem: Distant Peak 31 Aug 2019 I'm too tired to think anymore today. Please enjoy this short post. We left all we loved to stand before the mountain. I loved not its peak. Gentle winds run…
Captian's Log Dusk of Man 30 Aug 2019 There is a soft whisper in this wintry air, and all around the quiet world holds its breath. No snowflake drops tonight, but all about this frozen tundra the whisper…
Captian's Log Evil Thoughts 29 Aug 2019 I went to something called a chapel today. There was no God there. The voice inside my head began to scream: You use words like a parasite uses its host.…
Captian's Log Short Poem: Struggle 28 Aug 2019 The thoughts inside my head will not come out, and struggling for life they force my shout. For them I rasp, for them I groan; they make me speak until…
Captian's Log Winter Battles Spring 27 Aug 201927 Aug 2019 The cold wind blew over the fresh fields, a harsh chill interrupting the burgeoning summer. The green sprouts shivered as the mountainous breath passed. Thus, the giants declared war upon…
Captian's Log Poem: Heroes Die 26 Aug 201926 Aug 2019 So, I wrote a post, on my tablet, a poor bit of poetry I was going to edit once I got home, and it’s gone. All that was left when…
Captian's Log Cold as Space 25 Aug 2019 The ship slowly fell away into space. Under it the blue arc of earth ascended, filling the lower corner of the windowed wall. She was a good ship, the best.…
Captian's Log Programming: Eight Queens Riddle 24 Aug 2019 Eight Queens Riddle My earlier post, Stupid Writer Pretends He Can Code, seems something more than a fluke. I here present to you a quick project I did this evening. In…
Captian's Log Seeing 23 Aug 2019 What is wisdom? Perhaps a foolish question. Proverbs say that the beginning of wisdom is the fear of God, and parallels this with the concept that understanding then comes when…
Captian's Log Poem: Shadows Burn Bright 22 Aug 2019 Please Read: Shadows Burn Bright Excerpt: Thus locked, facets unto one stone, this sign all histories and melodies pervade: Between the twain the form of life is made. [Read Me]
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