knittingknots

All hail King Profit, chief god of the world right now. What cares him for the fate of humanity?  He is lord of wealth and greed and all that glitters, for these are the true things that satisfy his being. He hides behind the masks of pleasure and security, sometimes wearing the face of the Prince of Peace, sometimes the face of Democracy, or the face of Phobos, King Fear.  Sometimes he even hides behind the mask of Righteous Indignation, but these are all fronts in his grasping hand. In his never ending hunger, he is the cause of war, deprivation and untold  human suffering, who lies and tells people that resources are infinite in a finit

All hail King Profit, chief god of the world right now. What cares him for the fate of humanity?  He is lord of wealth and greed and all that glitters, for these are the true things that satisfy his being. He hides behind the masks of pleasure and security, sometimes wearing the face of the Prince of Peace, sometimes the face of Democracy, or the face of Phobos, King Fear.  Sometimes he even hides behind the mask of Righteous Indignation, but these are all fronts in his grasping hand. In his never ending hunger, he is the cause of war, deprivation and untold  human suffering, who lies and tells people that resources are infinite in a finit

The wind was just strong enough to let the chill seep into her. and she rubbed her hands over her upper arms. "Autumn," she said.  Her voice was ambivalent, not exactly sad, but not happy, either. "What's wrong?" he asked.  "I thought you loved the fall, and sunset, both." "I used to," she said, leaning against him.  He cooperated by wrapping an arm around her and snugging her close.  "That was before...before..." "It's all right," he said.  "You don't have to say it." She looked up at him.  His grey eyes were sincere, not mocking or patronizing her.  "But I need to.  It's been how long now?" "Two years," he replied. "Two years.  Two y

Snow fell this morning -- the squirrel who eats my peanuts scoffed at the whiteness. The sparrows in the cedar though, they complained quite loudly.

I do not own InuYasha or any of the characters created by Rumiko Takahashi The moonlight was bright, bright, against the snow.  It looked untouched where the pale light brushed against it in between the shadows of the pines, they too bearing their load of white frosting.  The wind was almost still, just a small tickle against his skin, an icy breath, and the air was growing colder by the hour. InuYasha stood in the front of the small hut.  There was a thick layer on snow on the roof, proof of how little the hunter’s shack had been used lately.  He had wondered if the game had all been hunted out in the area when they had arrived here

I do not own InuYasha or any of the characters created by Rumiko Takahashi This Night This night, as the moments creep by, he waits sitting by a fire under the stars, alone, surrounded by well-wishers. Someone offers him tea, and he takes the cup, turning it slowly in his hands, then stares into its depths, its pale green darkened by the night sky, like his heart by the waiting, his ears flattening as he hears he cry out. He sips the brew, lets the bitter liquid slide over his tongue not seeing the friends gathered around him, but only her eyes, how they looked as they pushed him aside, and the small, frightened smile

Disclaimer:  I do not own InuYasha or any of the characters created by Rumiko Takahashi. The Evil In Men's Hearts Chapter 4: Found on the Mountain -------------------------------------------------------------------------- Along the riverbank under the trees, I discover footprints! Even under the fragrant grass I see his prints. Deep in remote mountains they are found. These traces no more can be hidden than one's nose, looking heavenward. – Kaku-an, from the “Ten Oxherding Pictures” --------------------------------------------------------------------------- Past the shrine at the foot of the Mountain of the Great Dogs

All hail King Profit, chief god of the world right now. What cares him for the fate of humanity?  He is lord of wealth and greed and all that glitters, for these are the true things that satisfy his being. He hides behind the masks of pleasure and security, sometimes wearing the face of the Prince of Peace, sometimes the face of Democracy, or the face of Phobos, King Fear.  Sometimes he even hides behind the mask of Righteous Indignation, but these are all fronts in his grasping hand. In his never ending hunger, he is the cause of war, deprivation and untold  human suffering, who lies and tells people that resources are infinite in a finit

Disclaimer: I do not own InuYasha or any characters created by Rumiko Takahashi After the End Chapter 14   Daylight Nightmares _______________________ I searched in the dark -- you were just beyond my grasp, but then, morning came. _______________________ Morning sunshine filtered through the trees, scattering light on a mostly forgotten mountain path.  A butterfly flitted across the way, investigating a cluster of flowers.  The movement did not go unnoticed by the small group of travelers heading up the trail.  A soft girl’s voice broke the silence. “The yellow flowers called the butterflies to come, dancing in the light

I do not own InuYasha or any of the characters created by Rumiko Takahashi Yesterday’s Tomorrows Chapter Six - Spinning Thoughts After Dark In the spring darkness many things can be hidden – like Sakura blooms, love can grow, unseen by eye, or malice send forth its buds. On the far side of the village, in a large house surrounded by paddies and outbuildings, two people sat in the main room of their house. “As I was saying, Tsuneo – ” one of them, an older woman, said.  She was small, and looked to be about fifty.  Dressed in a fine kosode with a pattern of blue and white checks, she sat next to a spinning wh

Disclosure: I do not own InuYasha or any of the characters created by Rumiko Takahashi The Evil In Men’s Hearts Chapter 31: Down the Garden’s Twisting Paths ------------------------------------------------- Wishing to entice the blind, The Buddha has playfully let words escape his golden mouth; Heaven and earth are ever since filled with entangling briars. O my good worthy friends gathered here, If you desire to listen to the thunderous voice of the Dharma, Exhaust your words, empty your thoughts, For then you may come to recognize this One Essence. Dai-O Kokushi, On Zen --------------------------------------------------

Words, words, who has the words? flitting here, flitting there, silver voiced birds. Get back here! I want to spin you into a thread, Sound and image, blue green and red, Heroes and cowards, passion and fate, true love's first blooming, the conquest of hate - Words let me find you - don't run away, Now it's our time to come out and play