Paradise Lost

With loss of Eden, till one greater Man
Restore us, and regain the blissful seat,
Sing heavenly Muse! that on the secret top
Of Oreb, or of Sinai, didst inspire
That Shepherd, who first  taught the chosen seed,
In the beginning how the heavens and earth
Rose out of Chaos. Or if Sion Hill
Delight thee more, and Siloa's brook that flowed
Fast by the oracle of God, I thence
Invoke thy aid to my adventurous song,
That with no middle flight intends to soar
Above the Aonian mount, while it pursues
Things unattempted yet in prose or rhyme
And cheifly thou, O Spirit! that dost prefer
Before all temples the upright heart and pure,
Instruct me, for Thou knowest; Thou from the first
Wast present, and with mighty wings outspread,
Dove-like sat'st brooding on the vast abyss,
And madest it pregnan; what in me is dark
Illumine! what is low raise and support!
 That to the height of this great argument
I may assert eternal Providence,
And justify the ways of God to Men

Tape on my mouth

It is hard not to write when you feel strongly about something.

It is hard when you cannot be heard.

I cannot write because of fear.

It is frustrating. And yet frustration can boil over to terpidity.

I cannot write because I choose not to write.

I follow the path of inaction and ambiguity.

I cannot write because the message would cover my face with retribution

Sometimes I dream fear and I see fear

I cannot write because the words would be more than my own. It will own others.

I fear the fear of others. I fear for them.

I cannot write because I let the words go into a drain.

Tomorrow when you pick the empty newspaper

You will know why I cannot write again.

And I will be lying there a beggar begging you for my words.


When I was younger, I remember tape on my mouth

I remember a long silence of solemness

It creep in slowly like a bird-

wings masterly fluttering- across the silent ocean

First, I could not hear the words in my buzz and my skip

Then the words took shape of sound and pictures

Some real, some not so;

some close, some not so;

some love, some not so



I taped my own mouth.

They will hang a string

They will leave the room

You will be alone

I taped my own mouth.