Death Makes Us Kin

I’m far from being damn special. Yet the reaper finds I’m acceptable. Let coldness for it be reciprocal, it brings us all to be connectable. Berate fellow souls we should not for we can see our common spot. In large fields of tombstone lots we’ll be what the earth has forgot. The grave’s our common…

In The Age Of Bitter Rage

What cost can I anticipate to pay for the ransoms of this long day? My blood, sweat and tears say, until end of days I’ll live this way. Mortar and brick of tainted walls that stand in my way so very tall, stand they where people do fall. A heart do the walls have not…

What Women Are

To carry life to feel birth’s pain, while men stand so completely vain. I try imagining my place, my worth. While women cry bringing life in birth. When I feel less like a man, tender compassion gives strength’s hand. So I see now the best part of me, moments shared in a woman’s beauty. Give…

A Cry For Apollo, My Love

A reckless inclination led to an infatuation. It’s such a situation such a simple revelation. I scream at the dawn for allowing such harm. Help me quiet the alarm. See how it refuses your charm. We live in days of the beast. Complacently watch vultures feast. The world is cold it turns yell, scream and…

Miracles Happen Every Day

All you need is ears to hear, eyes to see and a mind to discern the miracles around us everyday. There are miracles everywhere. Beauty everywhere. A newborn child brought into the world. A song that moves your heart and allows you to relate while expanding your mind. The sun shinning as the world revolves…

Escaping To My Secret Place

I found my home. Not so far away as I had expected but far enough. Someplace different that would lend perspective to my dull daily routine. I lie here in this place thinking of that different place. How I got so cold is still unraveling in front of me. Could it be this dreary town,…

The Greatest Injustice Of All

Ive tried to write this three times. So here is the final final penultimate birthing of some very crucial information. There are many times I write. I write when I’m angry, sad and happy. The outlet is particularly birthed by the lack of judgement that a mind experienced when consuming too much alcohol. I’m sure…

If Friends Don’t Let Friends Drive Drunk What Does That Make This Girl? 

Michelle Carter is a 17 year old girl from Taunton, Massachusetts. Carter’s boyfriend, Conrad Roy, was 18. As the story goes, Ms. Carter, who apparently wanted to flaunt herself as an aggrieved victim of a tragedy involving the suicide of her boyfriend, repeatedly cohereced Roy into committing suicide. At the final stages when Conrad Roy…