He felt the scars up and down her arm
with the tip of his index finger.
Tracing ever indentation that was left by a blade.
“Why did you do it?”
he asked.
She sighed and answered
“Because I had to.”
His brows furrowed not understanding
how she possibly had to do this to herself.
“I did it to control the pain.”
He trailed kisses from her wrist up to her neck,
“I still love you,”
he said enclosing her in his arms.

The scars of yesterday
Will make you stronger for tomorrow
Day by day
Through the pain and sorrow

Can, you hear God speaking?
I am GOD and I sanction this message.
Vote for love.

For all your life, you will hear various folks standing about things they stands for to gather that precious vote.
Lies and manipulation is their trade.

Love is a power thing.
In truth, it's a fearful thing.
What this world needs the most?
Many has no clues to how to use?

Vote for love and seen the power it has.

What
Is
Happening
My fingers
On
Fire
Tingling
It's hot
Too hot
I can't breathe
I
Need
Air
The world is
Moving
Panicking
Why
Can't
I
Breathe
Help
Need
Help
So
Dizzy
I­
Need
Air
What is
Happening
To
Me
Am I
Dying?
I
Need
Water
My throat
So dry
Nerves
On fire
I'm dying
I can't
Breathe
No
Air
Help
Dying
It's hot
But now
it's cold
Am I shaking?
Why won't
It stop
Losing
Control
The world
Is spinning
Still
Chest
Hurts
Why
Does it
Hurt
Am I having
A heart attack?
No
Oh God
I can't breathe
Help
I'm dying
I'm dying
I'm dying

Successful careers.
Nice neighborhoods.
The best of success.

Those with won't standup for wrongs.
Too much to lose.
Oh, this isn't just about whites?
We see this with minorities too.

But once, they lose their financial tool(job) through cuts.
Now those with wants to complain about all types of things.

I miss you like it was natural
A small reflex of the mind
Resurfaced the feelings
I was really trying to hide
Urges from the thoughts of you
Makes me teary eyed
I really want to be with you
Will there be a chance?

From your empty mind
Find something to say
That has not yet been said
Find a bride
That has not yet been wed
A country not yet found
On this belching ball
Hurling through the universe
Find a secret never heard
In human words
And a riddle yet unsolved
By the wisdom
Of our sages
Through the dimness
Of the ages
Sign the unsignable
Find the unfindable
Send out the summons
For that child of a barren woman


Sean Hunt        Sept 2016

If you look
At me
With the eyes
Of intellect
That look
Will show you
A thousand attractions