HazelGazeHawk

I am at the onset, where there was the query, "Where to start?" How does one begin the journey that so many take for granted? I'm only grazing the surface of the pilgrimage into the depths of human expressiveness. With endless spokes on the wheel of the prologue, the basics come to mind: the precarious birth; the simple life of grade school; the discomfort of adolescence; the experimentation of teenage-hood; and now the realities of adulthood. But no, that would be trite. That is why I must go beyond those before, reflecting back on the men in me that have died. I marvel at how far I've been taken; shown how all the events culminate into

I am once again brought back to that place of desperate submission... Informed of my need to wait for confirmation and be still. Having utter chaos confound me and my pressing mission... He reminds me that to slow down and delight in each other is His will. Overshadowed by the colossal wings of Majesty... He basks me in a bath of blissful splendor. To turn to any other countenance would be a travesty... And not face the most fulfilling and true of all the marketplace's vendors Guilt-ridden by my unrequited love, I shiver in uncouth disgust... He stands before all: pure, mesmerizing, and innocent. Indignant at the selfishness of my c

Dear Santa, I haven't written to you in a very long time. So much has happened since I wanted that transformer action figure for Christmas. I remember that brisk, wishful day at the South Shore Mall in my hometown of Brentwood, where I visited the mail away station for the North Pole; a colorful and enthralling little setup nearby the food court over there. As I said, times have indeed changed; I am no longer that little material-driven boy longing to catch you in the act of placing the presents underneath our tree to prove once and for all if you exist or not, no more do I leave cookies and milk for a man I don't see and feel incline