Resurrection A man said, See me! Write my name down Have I been, will I be Worthy? I fear I am not But I long to see A time of beauty and peace Who can interpret God and Man I long to wake into The Truth of my design Find my name, please In that … Continue reading Resurrection →

Indignant Flaring with emotion Can you not see? Are we blind? Heroism and leadership Lost among the rabble With no voice for reconciliation - It is the unjust Who walk over bodies Without saying a thing In the name of righteousness - Beware of passing over redemption To arrive, once again, at revenge Justice looks … Continue reading Indignant →

Alvaro De Campos My favorite Pessoa You have illuminated my darkness and proven me a phony

He was a normal man Did his job Came home and did "things" Never once was he violent In a fit of spoiled rage, when he was young, he would say to his parents "I hate you" Although he never truly hated anyone No he wasn't a good man He was a normal man It … Continue reading He Was A Normal Man →

Questions?? Murder? Drugs? Sexual assaults? Mental health? Homelessness? - What are the numbers? What are the solutions? - Are they marching only against a system of governance? Or are we including all injustices? Crime? - I ask questions, because people have been getting messed up for a long time. I have felt a great deal … Continue reading Questions?? →

On the farm There is a fox and a wolf A sheepish mind Sees only one source of danger

This is a poorly constructed idea, if poor editing and grammar bother you, turn back now! You've been warned. There they are He walks up to them Immediately he turns to his son and yells, "What the hell do you think you're doing? Go wait in the car while I convince this lady to press … Continue reading Poorly Constructed Ideas #1; “I Love You Son” →

I have broke What is real The stories we tell Politics played me Fantasy made me I am a baby Clearly non clinical Cerebral carnival Cannot be controlled Concede consciousness Conscription of consequence Continuing compassionate Creating a code

If I was to learn Not to make mistakes Would I be human? If I was not to learn From my mistakes Would I be a monster? I live in seclusion My home returns to the forest I am unaware...