julia-mullin
When I was younger, I worked several jobs and only slept a few hours a night trying to raise four daughters on my own. Writing was the only way of holding on to my sanity, and a way for me to gather all the chaos in my life and give some order to it. Now that my children are grown, I am reflecting on what I've learned, and want to share my version of the world to all who will listen.
The result of privatization
Is a loss too great to bear
Government bowing to Industries
Leading us towards despair
Industries teach our children
Whatever whim they choose
While government stands in shackles
It'll happen while we snooze
Gamble with Social Security
Until there is nothing left
The brokers will have the money
While leaving us all bereft
Take elderly off of Medicare
Give them a voucher instead
When the market costs too much
Who'll pay for their hospital bed?
When people remove a government
What will come in its place?
The wealthy, the prideful, the arrogant
Will take charge of the human race
Didn't we fight for our freedom
To break from the monarchy?
Privatization rules through business
For the elite to rule with greed
Nov 29, 2016
Nov 29, 2016 at 6:31 PM UTC
Finite times
Finite energies
Framed inside infinity
Pieces of a puzzle
Toss of the puzzle
Pieces fall together
Infinite chances
In finite times
The pieces fell
The pieces will fall
I am now
and I will be
To the finite?
To the infinite?
Within the frame?
Outside the frame?
Mortally immortal
In pockets of time
I hope outside
and fear within
The frame confines
Outside is freedom
Inside is finite
Outside is infinite
Who tosses the puzzle?
Who made the frame?
The one who created us
And the one who sets us free
May 26, 2015
May 26, 2015 at 4:05 AM UTC
Inanimate to animate
darkness to light
the breath of God
overcomes the night
Let there be light
cast on shadows
nothing to hide
perfection is shallow
Embrace all the flaws
be who we are
we can't change the past
we just wear the scars
Feb 9, 2015
Feb 9, 2015 at 12:09 PM UTC
She floated among ruins
They were hers
Obliterated
Haunted
Every stone was broken
They were hers
Neglected
Crushed
The windows laid in pieces
They were hers
Shattered
Opaque
The doors no longer framed
They were hers
Splintered
Useless
The ruins are where she was
They were hers
Beaten
Forgotten
She floated out to sea
It wasn't hers
Frightened
Lost
She found a peaceful harbor
It wasn't hers
Cautious
Unsure
She stood upon the shore
It wasn't hers
Beauty
Peace
She gathered many stones
Now they're hers
Carved
Perfect
She crafted many windows
Now they're hers
Transparent
Shiny
She crafted many doors
Now they're hers
Closed
Open
She lives within this house
Now it's hers
Love
Joy
Oct 11, 2014
Oct 11, 2014 at 2:14 PM UTC
After a long day of making candles, the candle maker decides to bring a candle to life as he rests for the evening. After some time the candle begins to talk and asks the candle maker what its purpose is. The candle maker let out a slight chuckle and says, “Isn’t it obvious?”
The candle feels a bit disappointed by the answer and decides to reword the question, “Why did you light me if you are only going to ***** me out?”
The candle maker realizes that the candle doesn’t know its true nature and decides to tell the candle its true purpose. He moves the candle to a table next to a window and parts the curtains. “See the stars way up there? Some of them already stopped giving light, but from here, I can still see them.”
The candle’s light flickers for a moment and says, “But I’m a small light, nobody is going to see me.”
The candle maker smiles and says, “You’re missing the point. It doesn’t matter if your light is dull in comparison to a star. What does matter is that light is infinite and even though your wick is snuffed, your light will go on forever. You see, light moves in and out of small things to give them energy and then escapes fully intact. It’s the key to life. Without it movement would cease. So you see little candle, your light is important and will never vanish.”
The candle wanes as the night progresses and then finally says, “Thank you candle maker for giving me life. I know it’s about time for me to go.”
The candle maker smiles and says, “Bless you little candle as you journey through smaller things.” The candle maker pulls air into his lungs deep and exhales over the little candle’s flame and says, “Good light little candle. Good light.”
Jun 20, 2014
Jun 20, 2014 at 12:11 PM UTC
You know not where my feet have gone
But judge me none the less
Assuming I’m your battle pawn
You choose to second guess
From beaten and to broken
You scoff at all my pain
You take it as a token
You take it as your gain
You call out names to break me
You taunt me with your threats
You think God has forsaken me
With that, I’d place no bets
I do not fear your tactics
The truth shall come to light
Revealed through all your antics
Revealed through all your spite
You may have fooled the masses
By putting on an act
But I can see through glasses
That are not tainted black
Your solemn act of innocence
Is soon to be dispelled
You assumed that I was ignorant
And easily compelled
The fact that you have judged me
Before you know the facts
Speaks volumes of dishonesty
Of things you can’t redact
When caught in this deception
The gavel slams down hard
Not honored with reception
Your voice they will discard
Jun 19, 2014
Jun 19, 2014 at 2:09 PM UTC
Two shovels are lighter
Than a ton of baggage
One to bury hurts
One to bury guilt
Bury the hurts deep
But still remember
Learn from the past
Learn for the future
Bury the guilt deeper
So it doesn’t cause harm
Become a better person
Becomes a better world
Two shovels are lighter
Bury all the baggage
Let the heart find love
Let the past rest in peace
Mar 11, 2014
Mar 11, 2014 at 3:07 PM UTC
Death wears sneakers
Fastened tight
Leaving wounds
Wronging rights
It sneaks around
And doesn’t care
About what’s left
And what’s to share
It doesn’t knock
It barges in
To take it’s claim
To sate it’s yen
Not bound by locks
Or siren’s blare
It leaves a mess
It doesn’t care
Don’t forget
To right your soul
Keep in mind
Who’ll pay the toll
Mar 10, 2014
Mar 10, 2014 at 12:51 PM UTC
Is darkness and evil synonymous?
Is light and good synonymous?
Two contrary modes of being
Exist for the artist's eye
Before light was formed – darkness
Before good was formed – evil
If darkness and evil were firstborn
Then they are the artist’s canvas
From this canvas light can bloom
From this canvas good can form
Without it light would have no value
Without it good would have no shape
It’s easy to leave the canvas blank
Never to paint a stroke
It’s harder to paint the color of good
But worth it to see the light
Dec 18, 2013
Dec 18, 2013 at 12:37 PM UTC
How deep does the dread go?
As deep as the fear goes
How far does the fear go?
Much deeper than the shadow
With a pick and torch light
Find the gem that will shine bright
May be day in this sun blight
In the dread it is midnight
Keep the flames burning ember
For the chill of December
For the hope to remember
For the dread to dismember
Only light burns the dread fear
Only light makes the path clear
When the light sparks the dread jeers
When the gem gleams the dread veers
Who knows where the gem grows?
In the hollow of the shadows
In the dark where the dread goes
In a place only hope knows
Jul 27, 2013
Jul 27, 2013 at 3:49 PM UTC