I found this on the internet. It was written about 2010, and published in 2011. If I had to go back and re-write it, I would. I feels a bit sophomoric (pun intended) in retrospect. But, it manages to convey my message. Enjoy.
Author: Michael Aaron Casares
Resurrection Apollo
He glared sharply into the sky. Without a star or moon in sight, he was certain the sky glared back at him. He disapproved of it. At long last he'd become tired of it. It's been dark for too long, he thought. He didn't know where it came from, or why. He was perplexed at … Continue reading Resurrection Apollo
Deadshot
Electric pulse percolates, wriggles like tape worms across dehydrated flesh. Tiny pulses emanate from a central source all around, the shroud a smoldering cloud of hazy mysticism, radiates the core. Vibrations wave through body's hearth electricity ascending in microwaves impure. An afterglow incomplete, replete with vague definition, sole cause to question the integrity of another, … Continue reading Deadshot
Black Orpheus: Peddling the Father of Lies
Specter in the house flies through glass windows, globes round and crystal mystified by the light and shroud. It throws rocks in ignominious desolation, it trades the soul for desire, it profits pleasure and lust, it drives the question of our sin, strips away the barriers of consciousness, relies on the powers of self-doubt to … Continue reading Black Orpheus: Peddling the Father of Lies
2019, Half Way On
Hello, dear readers. I hope you are well. I'm dropping in a personal letter, to say hello, thank you for your support, and share a bit of news about my work and upcoming releases. The readership of The Root of Many Returns keeps growing, and trust me, when I say I can't wait to get … Continue reading 2019, Half Way On
Reverse Daylight
Sun rises at night Twilight's sister impeded Dusk is left to dawn -- -- "Reverse Daylight" is written by Michael Aaron Casares. All rights reserved.
Augmentation Laud
Piercing beyond the veil, the line of sight sees through the projected understanding constrained with at birth. What was once flat, was raised to depth, then tangible, and now new perspectives are pushing through, and changing every truth given, and changing every mind that once understood. The fireflies phasing in and out of existence, leave … Continue reading Augmentation Laud
Fruit of the Barren
Pale skin, hermaphrodite, an iconology of ideology and mysticism. Prophetess of the new age, barren archetype reminisced, inspired by arcane smoke and intoxicated on the influence of the elders. The web spun tells the future, a cutting stone of rhetoric and spin, misdirection in the minutia, divisible with wrongful incarceration and the pretentious desire to … Continue reading Fruit of the Barren
Observations of the Unification
Cognizant realities merge. Spectrums of here and there, then and now, resonate as one. The multi-soul melds, the twelve become one. The return of the universe, never as retribution, never as a consequence, never as a lesson, seeks balance through positive and negative, soon dispels the negative, turns it away as a father may his … Continue reading Observations of the Unification
The Art of Remembrance
Every now and then he comes to visit. What affinity towards, I do not understand. We understand each other. But there is much more in his solace-locked art and candor than I could ever dare to express. I never knew the man. It is safe to say I could have. Had I awakened to his … Continue reading The Art of Remembrance
The Root of Many Returns 