March 11, 2014

Penny For My Thoughts

by Jeremy Pinson (author's profile)


Penny For My Thoughts

Most days my mind is occupied with strategy and tactics. How to argue a point in court. Whom to speak to in the media. How to shape a campaign of phone calls to public officials. Every day my mind is enmeshed in the minutiae of striving to hold accountable the men who have cast me into this concrete jungle. This maze of misery. This house of mirrors. Every day of my life I wake up in solitary confinement with no companions but the phantoms who populate my mind. A man left to his own thoughts can go mad. He spins on the merry-go-round in his brain where the outside world dims and inner perceptions morph into paranoid delusions. Today I looked out my window and the sun caught my eye. A beautiful sight. Oh how I long to sit uncaged to let that beautiful celestial orb cast its warm glow upon my skin wrapping me in its glory. I wish to walk down the beach barefoot my toes curling in the tiny grains of sand as I listen to the ocean. In my wistful state I can smell the saltwater and feel the breeze upon my skin. For a moment I am free. A moment where the cares of my life and the world fade away. We live on such a beautiful planet. We have inside us the capacity to love and be happy. Yet millions seek division and dominance. In the pursuit of money and power. Today men die in the Ukraine as protesters clash with police. Children die of famine in Somalia. Babies choke on the smog in Beijing so thick the skyline disappears. Democrats feast upon the carcass of Chris Christie and xenophobic republicans cynically cater to hispanics for votes. Israeli's and Palestinians curse the air each breathes. Terrorists wire bombs and Air Force soldiers fly drones dropping death from the sky upon terrorists and wedding guests alike. Billions are preoccupied with envy, greed, lust. For money, power, sex. And I sit in my cell watching the world burn. I bask in the glow of my imagined sun with Beethoven's FurElise roaring in my ears as humanity destroys itself. Our third rock from the sun dying from the wounds of its children. We shall all die, I only wish to live in the peace of existence my toes in the sand.
By My Hand- Jeremy Pinson 2/20/14


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Nicki Posted 8 years, 2 months ago.   Favorite
Always thinking of you Jeremy. Take care my friend. Nicki

Nicki Posted 7 years, 2 months ago.   Favorite
Hi Jeremy, it's been over 18 months since you last posted anything here. I do hope you are ok. I too have been lost to the world I once dabbled in regularly but I still think of you often and hope you are doing well. I have now graduated and moved to the middle of Australia to learn my craft - in my dream job. I would love to establish contact with you again and I really hope you are doing well. Take care. I'd love to hear from you again. Nicki

Nicki Posted 5 years, 10 months ago.   Favorite
I sent you a Christmas card so you would know I was still wanted to hear your thoughts and continue our friendship... It was returned "undeliverable". I googled your name, hoping to find some explanation for why I cannot contact you but I am left wondering, Hoping that you're ok. Wherever you are, I hope you can see the light <3


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