
“The excessive increase of anything causes a reaction in the opposite direction.” — Plato


A Post Apocalyptic Poem
by Lewis Cavallo
All these days are filled with rust,
With nothing living on the earth’s crust.
Ships and cars and planes and hearts,
Are all that you’ll find,
But who said that the human race has become refined?
Civilization has ended… Yes,
Cultures have been removed… Yes,
Common sense ceases to be relevant… Yes,
But was it not compulsory before?
Perhaps the era of technology has ended,
And most souls of the past have descended,
But we are still human after all…
Aren’t we?
Does a smart phone and a suit and a job and a home,
Make us the humans we have all known,
Or is there something inside of all of us,
Something that helps the wounded,
Instead of our own.
Maybe it’s the feeling inside when we see another,
The rush of excitement, pain, fear and the next world,
To discover.
Maybe it’s the thought of putting down,
What has so much to offer just for your own needs,
Greedy…
Needy…
I don’t see a difference from this world and the last,
Perhaps someone I stumble upon will shut me down fast,
Or perhaps they will nod and walk on, right past.

“What is the meaning of life? That was all- a simple question; one that tended to close in on one with years, the great revelation had never come. The great revelation perhaps never did come. Instead, there were little daily miracles, illuminations, matches struck unexpectedly in the dark; here was one.” ― Virginia Woolf, To the Lighthouse


“I’m not here to grant you the extraordinary love you never had for yourself.
I’m here, on my own accord, to love you. So that when you stare into my
mirror eyes, you may see how extraordinary you are.” ― Kamand Kojouri

Moorish Queen once stood in front of a Cigar Store – Skagway Museum
“To preserve the past is to save the future…” ― Nanette L. Avery
Local Alaskan art.

“And that’s how things are. A day is like a whole life. You start out doing one thing, but end up doing something else, plan to run an errand, but never get there. . . . And at the end of your life, your whole existence has the same haphazard quality, too. Your whole life has the same shape as a single day.” ― Michael Crichton, Jurassic Park


Don’t believe what your eyes are telling you. All they show is limitation.
Look with your understanding. Find out what you already know and you will see the way to fly.” ― Richard Bach, Jonathan Livingston Seagull
