There are places where the bus stops are used only by those who don’t live there. By those who are invited in but not to stay. And those lucky enough to stay are as lucky to live nameless among the known. But they’re even more foreign than when they arrived. Full of promise and hope. … Read more
The music notes float over to my ears. The Christmas tree flickers out of focus as I write, as I recall the chaos in a world that moves quicker than ever on the other side of the window behind me. There lies the anger. So. Much. Anger. Capitalized by those who know what fear becomes. Taken … Read more
We are all the same,no matter where the sky blooms.Crayons create the same drawings,no matter the restaurant.Clothes still keep us warm,no matter the store. We all arrived from the same atom,the structure of which will never break.Food is still the same,no matter the price.A long walk is still the same,no matter the shoes.
We are all the same, seeking want over need. A reckless desire to push through a seemingly endless crowd without ever a thought to look back and pick up those we knock down.
Exploration is important for those who don’t succeed in mixing with other creeds, reproducing with other breeds. Vision is always blanked when limited to things you only want to see, such carelessness that breathes. Killing those you’ll never meet, or talk to over tea, when we send them overseas without a manual for peace. Telling … Read more
Nine years later. An empty nation to return to. Propaganda Christmas holds hopes of the future. Digital camouflage only fools the fearful. They’ve no concept of time or reality. God, this can’t be. This is what He wanted? Their prayers for peace conflict the start of conflict. Wouldn’t He want your child safe? Teach your son to hold … Read more
They don’t know much better, but honey, ignorance ain’t bliss. Your poison words spew spawn off your lips. People listen, absorb your thoughts, and spread them like cancer. Cowardly apologetic. I don’t want to hear it. It was just meant to be funny, I am told. I move on to take your thoughts, burn down … Read more
Under this hot light, it’s my only view to the notes I love to play. I sweat for you. But the sweat runs down faster on the fast food worker cleaning the sidewalk. His last duty of the day, as his young son watches, because there’s no one to watch him, but he doesn’t mind or … Read more
When will we match quality with logic? What do they see when they wake up? Where will they receive a meal tonight? I wish they knew. 60 and a paperboy. 35 with three jobs. 20 and branded illegal. 15 and pregnant. 8 and starved. When will we lower our weapons? When we learn to love.