Amor Fati – Love Your Fate…which is in fact your life – Friedrich Nietzsche
We as global citizens, even if not American, have a right to demand the end of deaths, the end of murders and the end of what we can only see as a love of guns. We love our American friends and neighbors.
How much do I love him? Stop askin’ me, can’t a blind man see? How much do I love him, and a laughter came back again to me…how much do I love him?
It ain’t over, ever for me…the lines keep comin’ and my heart, it bleeds me in every word and line, all in the beat, rhythm and rhyme.
Guns play in fields of hope, like swing sets begging to be heard, and pop out bullets to argue for existence. And the world wonders what’s happening…
Time waits for no man or woman, it moves on through ups and downs and tribulations, but in the midst of all the pain is an insurmountable amount of hope. If you catch a small glimmer of hope, you can catch the last ride to your dreams.
It’s a long painful history that continues to repeat itself. The greatest thing we can do as a human population is to finally break the chains that our minds have been tightened with; release our intellect to combat the immoral and unethical need to submit one’s self to anyone or any ideal.
In the conquering of the unconquerable guilt for desiring the best life.
A poem about the highs and lows of pursuing a dream and passion to the end.
I ascended toward the heavens, I met many along the way, each of which carried a sword, and all began carving the Greek meaning of my name – the gentle.