I am scared!
Scared of this world

Robert Godwin Sr
Alyssa Elsman

How many more have to die?
By my kind,
By their kind,
Because they blame some other kind
What ever happened to just being
kind?

Daniel Parmertor, Russell King, Jr., Demetrius Hewlin

Where were you when the World Trade Center went down?
It’s something everyone alive then will always remember
Never Forget! was our brand motto for American Pride

Krystle Marie Campbell, Lü Lingzi, Martin William Richard, Sean A. Collier, Dennis Simmonds

And now, the death of another is so commonplace
That we forget what and where.
It’s no longer personal enough to register where in our lives that it struck us
Only note that another life has been struck down
Add another tally to the equation
And still it does not add up

Trayvon Martin
Tamir Rice
Samuel DuBose
Delrawn Small
Philando Castile
Terence Crutcher
Heather Heyer

We are completely desensitized
And decentralized
We keep ourselves disconnected
(because we just can’t absorb,
Take,
Process it all)
It’s not us
It’s not me
It’s somebody else
Somewhere else.
Until it is
Then we care
How much can we take, before we break

Cynthia Marie Graham Hurd, Susie Jackson, Ethel Lee Lance, Depayne Middleton Doctor, Clementa C. Pinckney, Tywanza Sanders, Daniel Simmons, Sharonda Coleman Singleton, Myra Thompson

The tragedy is the comedy
We laugh so we don’t cry
Sakia Gunn
Richie Phillips
Nireah Johnson, Brandie Coleman
Glenn Kopitske
Scotty Joe Weaver
Jason Gage
Michael Sandy
Sean William Kennedy
Duanna Johnson
Lawrence "Larry" King
Angie Zapata
Lateisha Green
****** August Provost, III
Mark Carson

I can’t say I’ve never thought of committing violence.
Hell, when my ex-wife cheated, it occurred to me
And I can’t say that I have never hit another
I’ve been a kid
My whole life is designed just to grow up
But, I’ve thought of killing myself far more often than the thought to harm anyone else have ever occurred to me
Because my problems are mine;
My fault,
And I am not seeking some scapegoat

Keenya Cook, Jerry Taylor, Million A. Woldemariam, Claudine Parker, Hong Im Ballenge, James Martin, James L. Buchanan, Premkumar Walekar, Sarah Ramos, Lori Ann Lewis-Rivera, Pascal Charlot, Dean Harold Meyers, Kenneth Bridges, Linda Franklin née Moore, Jeffrey Hopper, Conrad Johnson, 1 unnamed victim

I am not going to deny that being a white male hasn’t allowed me to sidestep a whole level of *******
One day, angry white males will be the minority
And we’ll have no one left to blame, but ourselves.
If we don’t **** everyone first
If we don’t **** ourselves first

Michael Arnold, Martin Bodrog, Arthur Daniels, Sylvia Frasier, Kathy Gaarde, John Roger Johnson, Mary Francis Knight, Frank Kohler, Vishnu Pandit, Kenneth Bernard Proctor, Gerald Read, Richard Michael Ridgell

Jonathan Blunk, Alexander J. Boik , Jesse Childress, Gordon Cowden,
Jessica Ghawi, John Larimer, Matt McQuinn, Micayla Medek, Veronica Moser Sullivan, Alex Sullivan, Alexander C. Teves, Rebecca Wingo

The earth has already decided that we are a plague upon it
Maybe climate change is the natural response to the abuse of our gifts

Nancy Lanza, Rachel D'Avino, Dawn Hochsprung, Anne Marie Murphy,
Lauren Rousseau, Mary Sherlach, Victoria Leigh Soto, Charlotte Bacon, Daniel Barden, Olivia Engel, Josephine Gay, Dylan Hockley, Madeleine Hsu, Catherine Hubbard, Chase Kowalski, Jesse Lewis, Ana Márquez Greene, James Mattioli, Grace McDonnell, Emilie Parker, Jack Pinto, Noah Pozner, Caroline Previdi, Jessica Rekos, Avielle Richman, Benjamin Wheeler, Allison Wyatt

What is this world going to teach my son?
That he’s better because of how he looks?
Or what I’ve taught him:
You make yourself better.

Jamie Bishop, Jocelyne Couture Nowak, Kevin Granata, Liviu Librescu,  P
G. V. Loganathan, Ross Alameddine, Brian Bluhm, Ryan Clark, Austin Cloyd, Daniel Perez Cueva, Matthew Gwaltney, Caitlin Hammaren, Jeremy Herbstritt, Rachael Hill, Emily Hilscher, Matthew La Porte, Jarrett Lane, Henry Lee, Partahi Lumbantoruan, Lauren McCain, Daniel O'Neil, Juan Ortiz, Minal Panchal, Erin Peterson, Michael Pohle Jr., Julia Pryde, Mary Karen Read, Reema Samaha, Waleed Shaalan, Leslie Sherman, Maxine Turner, Nicole White

I work as a data analyst
So, I ran the numbers
But, these are more than numbers
These are people: sons, daughters, sisters, brothers, mothers, fathers, husbands, wives, friends, lovers.

Stanley Almodovar III, Amanda Alvear, Oscar A. Aracena Montero, Rodolfo Ayala Ayala, Alejandro Barrios Martinez, Martin Benitez Torres, Antonio D. Brown, Darryl R. Burt II, Jonathan A. Camuy Vega, Angel L. Candelario Padro, Simon A. Carrillo Fernandez, Juan Chevez Martinez, Luis D. Conde, Cory J. Connell, Tevin E. Crosby, Franky J. DeJesus Velazquez, Deonka D. Drayton, Mercedez M. Flores, Juan R. Guerrero, Peter O. Gonzalez Cruz, Paul T. Henry, Frank Hernandez, Miguel A. Honorato, Javier Jorge Reyes, Jason B. Josaphat, Eddie J. Justice, Anthony L. Laureano Disla, Christopher A. Leinonen, Brenda L. Marquez McCool, Jean C. Mendez Perez, Akyra Monet Murray, Kimberly Morris, Jean C. Nives Rodriguez, Luis O. Ocasio Capo, Geraldo A. Ortiz Jimenez, Eric I. Ortiz Rivera, Joel Rayon Paniagua, Enrique L. Rios Jr., Juan P. Rivera Velazquez, Yilmary Rodriguez Solivan, Christopher J. Sanfeliz, Xavier E. Serrano Rosado, Gilberto R. Silva Menendez, Edward Sotomayor Jr., Shane E. Tomlinson, Leroy Valentin Fernandez, Luis S. Vielma, Luis D. Wilson Leon, Jerald A. Wright

I did research to try to find all the victims since I became abruptly aware 16 years ago
There are too many
I could not discover a single database that contained a comprehensive record
No one can keep track of it anymore
I know I’ve missed people
I know there are 1000’s of people now missing people
Even 1 was too much

Hannah Ahlers, Heather Alvarado, Dorene Anderson, Carrie Barnette, Jack Beaton, Steve Berger, Candice Bowers, Denise Salmon Burditus, Sandra Casey, Andrea Castilla, Denise Cohen, Austin Davis, Virginia Day Jr, Christiana Duarte, Stacee Etcheber, Brian Fraser, Keri Galvan,  Dana Gardner, Angela Gomez, Rocio Guillen Rocha, Charleston Hartfield,  Chris Hazencomb, Jennifer Irvine, Nicol Kimura, Jessica Klymchuk, Carly Kreibaum, Rhonda LeRocque, Victor Link, Jordan McIldoon, Kelsey Meadows, Calla Medig, James ‘Sonny’ Melton, Pati Mestas, Austin Meyer, Adrian Murfitt, Rachael Parker, Jennifer Parks, Carrie Parsons, Lisa Patterson,  John Phippen, Melissa Ramirez, Jordyn Rivera, Quinton Robbins, Cameron Robinson, Lisa Romero Muniz, Christopher Roybal, Brett Schwanbeck, Bailey Schweitzer, Laura Shipp, Erick Silva, Susan Smith, Tara Roe Smith, Brennan Stewart, Derrick ‘Bo’ Taylor, Neysa Tonks, Michelle Vo, Kurt Von Tillow, Bill Wolfe Jr.

and NOW I’ve run out of lines and time to read off all 2,977 people who died in 9-11
Isn’t that a tragedy?

Sun shimmering highway violin
The eyes of her like clay painted porcelain
The air dry and frosty like moon-dried paint
A face drawn downward into the sand

Centering around the spaces between sounds
A great white somersault and then we lie down
It’s almost hard to sleep when you’re there next to me
It makes me breathe uneasily it makes me want to dry up

Worrying about your preference is way past pointless
A smile so simple and words becoming useless
Thoughts melt and blend into perpetual transcendence
Other people end in infinite dependence

Your voice is so refreshing in a setting so unsettling
A world unforgiving, and yet never forgetting
Concise and not faltering by around-the-bush beatings
All irrelevancies bleeding and restlessness receding

To come at such a time as this is divine.
All I can say is Thank you
For being mine.

Ooh ah ah
She showed me the things love can't forget
Oh it hurt now
Made a list of my regrets
And you were the first, love, oh
Oh it hurts, I can't forget
How it hurt now, oh
Made a list of my regrets

¡Qué lástima
que yo no pueda cantar a la usanza
de este tiempo lo mismo que los poetas de hoy cantan!
¡Qué lástima
que yo no pueda entonar con una voz engolada
esas brillantes romanzas
a las glorias de la patria!
¡Qué lástima
que yo no tenga una patria!
Sé que la historia es la misma, la misma siempre, que pasa
desde una tierra a otra tierra, desde una raza
a otra raza,
como pasan
esas tormentas de estío desde esta a aquella comarca.
¡Qué lástima
que yo no tenga comarca,
patria chica, tierra provinciana!
Debí nacer en la entraña
de la estepa castellana
y fui a nacer en un pueblo del que no recuerdo nada;
pasé los días azules de mi infancia en Salamanca,
y mi juventud, una juventud sombría, en la Montaña.
Después... ya no he vuelto a echar el ancla,
y ninguna de estas tierras me levanta
ni me exalta
para poder cantar siempre en la misma tonada
al mismo río que pasa
rodando las mismas aguas,
al mismo cielo, al mismo campo y en la misma casa.
¡Qué lástima
que yo no tenga una casa!
Una casa solariega y blasonada,
una casa
en que guardara,
a más de otras cosas raras,
un sillón viejo de cuero, una mesa apolillada
(que me contaran
viejas historias domésticas como a Francis Jammes y a Ayala)
y el retrato de un mi abuelo que ganara
una batalla.
¡Qué lástima
que yo no tenga un abuelo que ganara
una batalla,
retratado con una mano cruzada
en el pecho, y la otra en el puño de la espada!
Y, ¡qué lástima 
que yo no tenga siquiera una espada!
Porque..., ¿Qué voy a cantar si no tengo ni una patria,
ni una tierra provinciana,
ni una casa
solariega y blasonada,
ni el retrato de un mi abuelo que ganara
una batalla,
ni un sillón viejo de cuero, ni una mesa, ni una espada?
¡Qué voy a cantar si soy un paria
que apenas tiene una capa!Sin embargo...
                            en esta tierra de España
y en un pueblo de la Alcarria
hay una casa
en la que estoy de posada
y donde tengo, prestadas,
una mesa de pino y una silla de paja.
Un libro tengo también. Y todo mi ajuar se halla
en una sala
muy amplia
y muy blanca
que está en la parte más baja
y más fresca de la casa.
Tiene una luz muy clara
esta sala
tan amplia
y tan blanca...
Una luz muy clara
que entra por una ventana
que da a una calle muy ancha.
Y a la luz de esta ventana
vengo todas las mañanas.
Aquí me siento sobre mi silla de paja
y venzo las horas largas
leyendo en mi libro y viendo cómo pasa
la gente al través de la ventana.

Cosas de poca importancia
parecen un libro y el cristal de una ventana
en un pueblo de la Alcarria,
y, sin embargo, le basta
para sentir todo el ritmo de la vida a mi alma.
Que todo el ritmo del mundo por estos cristales pasa
cuando pasan
ese pastor que va detrás de las cabras
con una enorme cayada,
esa mujer agobiada
con una carga
de leña en la espalda,
esos mendigos que vienen arrastrando sus miserias, de Pastrana,
y esa niña que va a la escuela de tan mala gana.
¡Oh, esa niña! Hace un alto en mi ventana
siempre y se queda a los cristales pegada
como si fuera una estampa.
¡Qué gracia
tiene su cara
en el cristal aplastada
con la barbilla sumida y la naricilla chata!
Yo me río mucho mirándola
y le digo que es una niña muy guapa...
Ella entonces me llama
¡tonto!, y se marcha.
¡Pobre niña! Ya no pasa
por esta calle tan ancha
caminando hacia la escuela de muy mala gana,
ni se para
en mi ventana,
ni se queda a los cristales pegada
como si fuera una estampa.
Que un día se puso mala,
muy mala,
y otro día doblaron por ella a muerto las campanas.
Y en una tarde muy clara,
por esta calle tan ancha,
al través de la ventana,
vi cómo se la llevaban
en una caja
muy blanca...
En una caja
muy blanca
que tenía un cristalito en la tapa.
Por aquel cristal se la veía la cara
lo mismo que cuando estaba
pegadita al cristal de mi ventana...
Al cristal de esta ventana
que ahora me recuerda siempre el cristalito de aquella caja
tan blanca.
Todo el ritmo de la vida pasa
por el cristal de mi ventana...
¡Y la muerte también pasa!¡Qué lástima
que no pudiendo cantar otras hazañas,
porque no tengo una patria,
ni una tierra provinciana,
ni una casa
solariega y blasonada,
ni el retrato de un mi abuelo que ganara
una batalla,
ni un sillón de viejo cuero, ni una mesa, ni una espada,
y soy un paria
que apenas tiene una capa...
venga, forzado, a cantar cosas de poca importancia!

Lo recuerdo... Un pintor me lo retrata,
no en el lino, en el tiempo. Rostro enjuto,
sobre el rojo manchón de la corbata,
bajo el amplio sombrero; resoluto

el ademán, y el gesto petulante
-un si es no es- de mayorazgo en corte;
de bachelor en Oxford, o estudiante
en Salamanca, señoril el porte.

Gran poeta, el pacífico sendero
 cantó que lleva a la asturiana aldea;
el mar polisonoro y sol de Homero

le dieron ancho ritmo, clara idea;
su innúmero camino el mar ibero,
su propio navegar, propia Odisea.

On a night three years ago this week
Forty-nine people died
In a mass shooting that once again
Left the country horrified.

The Pulse nightclub, Orlando, Florida,
A place of nighttime revelry,
Became the target where a hater
Carried out his shooting spree.

Maybe among the victims' names
Are none that you can now recall.
Nevertheless, the incident
Is one that affects us all.

It's sad when conditions are such
That mass shootings become the norm.
It's equally sad when lawmakers
Shy away from gun-law reform.

And sad, too, it is when hate-filled
Bigots boldly advocate
That the deaths of forty-nine clubbers
Should be a cause to celebrate!

Shame on them who take religion
And shape it into deadly words
That they sling at innocent victims
While stirring up hatred among their herds.

The path to truth is a winding path;
It's easy to stumble, easy to stray.
Some start out with good intentions
But then get lost along the way.

So many anniversaries
Of mass shootings to recognize!
Will the light break through the clouds
Of ignorance? We can only surmise.

-by Bob B (6-14-19)

Remembering the victims of the Pulse nightclub shooting:

Stanley Almodovar III, 23
Amanda Alvear, 25
Oscar A. Aracena-Montero, 26
Rodolfo Ayala-Ayala, 33
Alejandro Barrios Martinez, 21
Martin Benitez Torres, 33
Antonio D. Brown, 30
Darryl R. Burt II, 29
Jonathan A. Camuy Vega, 24
Angel L. Candelario-Padro, 28
Simon A. Carrillo Fernandez, 31
Juan Chevez-Martinez, 25
Luis D. Conde, 39
Cory J. Connell, 21
Tevin E. Crosby, 25
Franky J. Dejesus Velazquez, 50
Deonka D. Drayton, 32
Mercedez M. Flores, 26
Peter O. Gonzalez-Cruz, 22
Juan R. Guerrero, 22
Paul T. Henry, 41
Frank Hernandez, 27
Miguel A. Honorato, 30
Javier Jorge-Reyes, 40
Jason B. Josaphat, 19
Eddie J. Justice, 30
Anthony L. Laureano Disla, 25
Christopher A. Leinonen, 32
Brenda L. Marquez McCool, 49
Jean C. Mendez Perez, 35
Akyra Monet Murray, 18
Kimberly Morris, 37
Jean C. Nieves Rodriguez, 27
Luis O. Ocasio-Capo, 20
Geraldo A. Ortiz-Jimenez, 25
Eric Ivan Ortiz-Rivera, 36
Joel Rayon Paniagua, 32
Enrique L. Rios Jr., 25
Juan P. Rivera Velazquez, 37
Yilmary Rodriguez Solivan, 24
Christopher J. Sanfeliz, 24
Xavier Emmanuel Serrano Rosado, 35
Gilberto Ramon Silva Menendez, 25
Edward Sotomayor Jr., 34
Shane E. Tomlinson, 33
Leroy Valentin Fernandez, 25
Luis S. Vielma, 22
Luis Daniel Wilson-Leon, 37
Jerald A. Wright, 31

Que me entierren cantando!

En la casa del Marqués
De San Jorge gran sarao.

Ya en salones y retretes
Se encuentran los convidados,
Mientras el Marqués aguarda,
Gentil y apuesto vasallo.
Abajo de la escalera,
De «La Jerezana» al lado
Al Virrey, que precedido
Por lucientes candelabros
Va subiendo. De los muros,
Entre telas de Damasco,
Cuelgan cuadros del insigne
Gregorio Vásquez Ceballos;
De Oidores y bellas damas
Amarillentos retratos;
En marcos de plata, espejos
Que opacan lentos los años;
Y panoplias, que recuerdan,
Entre brumas del pasado,
La gesta de la Conquista
En cumbres, selvas y llanos.
Con casacas de anchas faldas,
Largos chalecos bordados,
Blanco calzón, blanca media,
Y áurea hebilla en el zapato,
Departían con las damas
En los lucientes estrados,
Nariño, Torres, Vergara,
Zea, Acebedo, Camacho,
Salazar, Ulloa, Prieto,
Gutiérrez, Ayala... cuantos
Prez fueron de la Colonia
Por sus virtudes y rango,
Y que después muchos de ellos,
Desde ensangrentados bancos
Dejaron eternos nombres
En nuestros anales patrios.

Cuando esa noche Nariño
Salía para el sarao,
Corno envío misterioso
Recibió un libro. Al acaso
Leyó párrafos y líneas,
Y más líneas y más párrafos;
Y al avanzar la lectura,
Sentía alborozo extraño
Hasta que llegó al capítulo
En la margen señalado:
«De los Derechos del Hombre»...
Lo leyó con ojos ávidos;
Y después, meditabundo,
Y en gruesa capa embozado
Al sarao fue. La niebla
Más ***** hacía el espacio.
Sombra y niebla... Niebla y sombra
En las tinieblas ni un astro....
Y entre esa noche cerrada,
Nariño va cabizbajo.
«El hombre es libre, decía,
No ha nacido para esclavo».
Y en medio de aquella sombra
En que sonaban sus pasos.

This is a beautiful girl who lost her life on her head.
The army of the words of declaration with the manufacturer
Nazgll carried certain passages of the Code
on the straight Ahura. It is a natural form of divine worship
and purification of justice and psychotropic fascination
for Asia and the sense of sight.

The following words came out of the room
because it was not heard how they truly heard the end
of my life
and these fresh air poems of Ahura Mazda and Nissan
call the authorities wanting him to be a prophet.

The words that stand in for your life are semi-automatic
biographies, but in order to enjoy the mission,
they turn around Ali, Ali! to follow a new vision.
Of course,      after the first description of the relatives
of the places just want to give a course to enjoy eating
divorce and propaganda topics.
However, he gave a message on behalf of Hammer
about a health problem called Ahura about abandoning
his opponents.  The Utice philosophy controls the saga system that is stored. Among other things, there is a reason assigned to them.
A harlot by the end of the menstrual cycle can **** a child of unknown violence in Haiti. The family is minimal. This is certainly the parents of key children. King Kong and the name of the girl are common; the old moon with the creation of the body,
Paraguay Ayala weak fever of lunar Dubai. The history of the plague dog ****** made understand history. This is how efficiently the developer commissions are paid for transactions. She gave birth to a son,
the tenth Kunubu a poet of the condemned poor. India, Indian culture and Indian prostitutes are her strength, he got married and the children left for Gujarat, India. Young man. Glory to the cage selling hemp and invisible at home.
Food for nasty harlots is free, you taught Kanfrt late. To correct your mistakes is not very different from a mistake; it does not make it from your heart. The fifth son of Yadva Devi from Yadava Tuscany. Adam *****.
Mother and daughter Kochi and Samoa. And they went at the head of our daughter and the ******* and the founder of Assad and the evil leader of the brother? Another share of Judi Sajid Mikm. The chief leader is in good condition
and the high king of the Crakras. In fact, this is a harlot, the king's daughter: Daniel saw a woman. This father of the river, and took him to the order of religion in Nevada. Mukund is the king of the city at home, the one in the river.
Currently, the house reef is preserved. However, in some parts of India and other places, as well as in many parts of Malala de.
Another question is two branches: Titus Osir, Arinio Osiris, Navratri, East Asia and Cromonis. Not after his brothers warned about the detention of a harlot. The second time in Asia in the post-Soviet space a *******. The nobleman sells madras as a titan,
stands out from the support of his hand. The pain of Kailigas Minerva against the life of the harlot city. Vavaviam Kira, the most exalted house, the Jews of Tabarr return, they want to come here, full of elephants and Britain.
No one is bad, judges are judges. Kinkanba run away high. The end of last year, the son of God, but the idea of ​​the state of peace Tjmdgna 10 30 Rejk transformation is still the goal. The Council confirms that its members
should meet with Satyba Congress in Hong Kong. The first Trishankr with 500 bombs of Tyr was destroyed. This is the same thing that you could Nadine and believe in the competition to make sure that the Son
was conceived from the promised part of my Singing Vishvesvara so that Brahma and Sri should become a harlot that these people met, and they are at the same time. Girls often encouraged me to give the same to prostitutes, and you don’t need to be careful with them. Army advertising words with the manufacturer Nazgl carried certain sections of the blog directly on Ahura. It is a natural form of divine worship, justice and the purification of the mental mentality of Asia and the sense of sight. And the following words that came out of the room because he did not listen to them correctly, you hear the end of my life, and these verses enliven the air of Ahura Mazda and Nissan and call his authority a prophet. The words that stand in your life are a semi-automatic biography, but you have to enjoy the task that revolves around Ali and Ali in order to follow a new vision. Of course, after the first description of the relatives of the places, they simply want to give a session to enjoy the food and the promotion of the topics. However, he brought a letter on behalf of Hammer about the health problem, which Ahura rejected. The philosophy of Utice manages the stored saga system. Among other things, there is a special reason for them. Adultery toward the end of the menstrual cycle can **** a cruel unknown child in Haiti. The beds are minimal. This is certainly the parents of the main children. King Kong and the name of the girl are common. The old moon with the creation of the body, Paraguay Ayala weak red moon red. The story of the plague ******* is to understand.