“One Race”New to a land as old as time, came hope and hate to a family line. Under a wooded sun, Two ancestors became one. Hate soon humbling Anglo and Native unions. Chastised before two nations filled with confusion. Fare skin shielding our past, Few discussed, even fewer asked. Decades race into today, Hope springs […]Read more "One race"
I know just how to hurt you.When your will is most vulnerable, And deceit rings true. As your breaths come shorter, And hearts beat harder. While your morals are under attack. Sharply I dig the knives of guilt into your back. Yes, as every eye turns to the future, yours, remain on the past. Arguments […]Read more "I know"
It is real this hate we see. It struggles within you and me. But foolish leaders focus our thoughts, On misguided desires, claiming peace can be bought. No statues fall, or street renamed, Can heal the pain from which it came. Accepting on faith each persons claim, Judge not skin hues, but how their character […]Read more "Statues Fall"
Fear stained pants, zippers now stuck. Salt ringed Kaki shirts, heavy sagging pockets. Socks eaten by gritty dirt, toes cracked and black. Fingers clutching this camera bleeding and raw. Covering a war, clicking behind a lens instead of a scope. With all these things they cope, war correspondent, I hope. Since a young age, seeing […]Read more "War correspondent"
Forgetting the words I hum this tune. Sweetly it plays with my heart strings as I walk in the moon. Moments of hope and happiness return as for the songs words I yearn. Pressed between long dormant desires and demands I find them again. Simply played, the chorus levity to me in darkness gave. All […]Read more "Forgotten tune"
Our battles, all to often, choose their own time and place.In the Preparation to battle darkness, the word is our greatest defense. Prayerfully absorbing Gods word growing spiritually aware of our surroundings. Readying yourself and others for each battle because it will come like a cancer in child birth. When your joy reaches its peak, […]Read more "Pray"
With irritating regularity pungent prose spills from your lips. Clips and quips of irrational articulations spun between fantasy and fear. Sentences constructed around destructive principles of irrelevant thoughts. Yet, still we are responsible for your actions which we condone with a vote. You, yes you, the representative surrogates of each party lost in powers depravity. […]Read more "Elected son"