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.
I Love Him
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?
Etta James
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.
The Bullets Cry
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…
Planking
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.
Truth
In the conquering of the unconquerable guilt for desiring the best life.
Fate
A poem about the highs and lows of pursuing a dream and passion to the end.
Hope
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.
My Lips Hold the Red and Pinks
Rain pounding, flooding, fists locked on my window cage, tree outside, leading to heaven, sweet retreat from pain, more memories of watching it gather at the opening, it watered…
Today
The blue bird came out of its cage to sing a melody of love, and the song made the room remember its silence as the dried flowers of time began to age.
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