I would love to say we should love others
Just as truly and deeply as we love our children
But given the childhood of many
That would be condemning us all to hell
Better to say we should love others
As we would have chosen to be loved as children
When JC said "Suffer the little children" he did not mean literally
Of that much I am sure
Aug 10, 2015
Aug 10, 2015 at 4:55 PM UTC
i wonder if the old bicycle
tied outside,
rusted rims sitting on flat cracked rubber,
knows its owner is never coming back.
but it waits,
a silent vigil being kept
until it's loved again,
and both rider and machine are freed.
Aug 4, 2015
Aug 4, 2015 at 3:48 PM UTC
If I had to live
without you, all the best parts
of me would vanish
you are the essence
of what makes me a worthwhile
person, you show me
how to be decent
and though sometimes I fall from
grace, you redeem me
'love' is too small a
word, to routine a concept
to encompass how
you heal me, make me
complete, and lift me towards
being someone I like
Aug 1, 2015
Aug 1, 2015 at 10:13 AM UTC
the journey from white
to black through coloured cotton
returning to white
feet, hips, arms, eyes, mind
so much to be considered
in every technique
the paradox that lies
in TRYING to stay relaxed
slow is smooth is fast
that eternal reach
for perfection that always
remains elusive
Aug 1, 2015
Aug 1, 2015 at 9:51 AM UTC
Walking in da room
I don need to make no noisse
I am da noisee
And I speek loud
Aug 1, 2015
Aug 1, 2015 at 4:44 AM UTC
I am detritus
left ashore by the ebbing
tide of my childhood
Jul 31, 2015
Jul 31, 2015 at 5:26 PM UTC
noble sacrifice
oh how you must have suffered
when you used clenched fists
to make a man of me
Jul 27, 2015
Jul 27, 2015 at 8:04 PM UTC
If words can cut
Much more than swords...
Then sharp
I am.
Cutting to the marrow of bone.
Spirit
Honed
By tragedies stratagies
I tear the flesh,
Rend the garments,
And slice at God.
Jul 27, 2015
Jul 27, 2015 at 7:40 PM UTC
a distant desert
is not a prerequisite
for conflict and pain
Not all wars are fought
over oil, scars are also
a hallmark of home
Jul 27, 2015
Jul 27, 2015 at 7:16 PM UTC
your rage spreads outward
concentric ripples of harm
break the calm waters
the storms that you CLAIM
to have weathered and survived
are not an excuse
volition exists
in every circumstance, the
pattern ends with me
Jul 27, 2015
Jul 27, 2015 at 6:04 PM UTC