How here
Is one more purer
Another whiter
A color so wrong?

How can the outsides
Of a thing make dirt
Fiber and tissue
Stronger than heart?

And how does the sun shine
Equally without judgement
Or doubt on every facet
Of life without question?

As a storm crowns with terror
Who escapes it's
wrath,
And is killing for hunger
The same as ****** in rage?

How can we take pleasure
Knowing eventual means death,
And how can lovely eyes hide
Such hateful revenge?

All my questions unanswered
From centuries of presumed
Wisdom, religion or philosophy,
Leader, or peasant.

And since the clouds open exactly the  same for creatures as they do man,
And the storms turmoil neither
Measures good or bad,
And as the trees and grasses grow as well for the
Masses of variety,
And the seasons ebb turn freeze
And boil-
Isn't it with reason I ask
How then did man
Reach the conclusion
Of his
Superiority,
At all?

The spider scurries up the wall into the kitties paw,
Curiosity once again fills
My mind,
Wanting to know
Who wins.
As the spider falls
The kitty searches
And life goes on

If anything makes sense,
Please tell me how

Dream, a wisp of fancy, flight
Of whimsy night be night,
A way down the hall a
Festive ball looking onto
From outside the arena,
A tall castle spire,
From under, now,
The figures dancing how I envy
Their grace their gowns and smiles the festooned
Caronas like crowns I imagine bestow beauty and power,
Just me prying eyeward between
Cracks in the wall
How beauty agrandizes
Those few chosen ones.
You who don't need to grovel,
Beg or steal
Those whose only need might be.
Their will
And who is to say they don't
Deserve it. How am I to judge
Their seeming divinity.
All I know, is I'd give a **** to know which type of God made it.
And go to my grave,
Cursing

I haven't wrote in 2 years other than the other day, it felt good to write something again. April is National Child Abuse Awareness Month. I have always helped to spread all abuse awareness in April and I'm going to do it this April also.
We are creative writers, we know words hold power, so I'm hoping to see more of my fellow writers spread abuse awareness this month. If you do send me a message and I will share them. It's really important to spread abuse awareness but this year, it's even more important. Because of the  pandemic more people have been cooped up with their abusers so unfortunately abuse has become worse. The spreading of  awareness helps give victims hope and helps give people strength to not look the other way, to pick up that phone and make that call xover and over again if they have to. Please help out by even posting one poem on awareness that I will help highlight.

She was a girl
full of dreams,
affectionate, adoring,
easy to please,
a full life ahead,
so it seems....

Living and laughing, dancing a dream,
loving life, to its means.
sixteen and beautiful
full of passion and grace,
she hungered for the day
she could take her place.

Hopes and dreams
of a full life ahead,
she saw it coming
she never had any dread.

Living and laughing, dancing a dream
loving life, to its means.
daytime turned to darkness
joy to grief,
laughter to tears
with no passion or grace.

Beaten and wounded
youth taken away,
she longed for the day
she could escape this place.

Protecting the ones she loved
from the outcome of her fate,
she pushed it deep down inside
and hide it at any rate.

Day’s turned to weeks
weeks turned to years,
she kept smiling and living
but joy was replaced with fear.

Longing for the one
who would hold her tight,
turning her darkness
back into light.

Living and laughing, dancing a dream
Loving life to its means…
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April is ****** Assault Awareness Month along with National Child Abuse Prevention Month the two go hand in hand. Any form of Child Abuse happens from infant age to adult age and at times carry’s beyond. If you see or feel a child is being abused in any form of any way call this National Number To Report It…
1-800-4-A-CHILD (1-800-422-4453) or visit the web site at, Childhelp National Child Abuse Hotline… http://www.childhelp.org/pages/hotline-home   Crisis Counselors Available 24/7.

As midnight approaches
a calm floats over the terrain,
with the sweet sounds of night
and the patter of light rain.

Getting lost in the musical tones
thoughts drip of soft dew,
memory tickling giggles
a moment of Déjà vu.

A peacefulness through the heart
outside, the wind a soothing sound,
the light tapping of warm rain
hearts loving, souls bound.

Hearts of love, souls of light,
a touch of magic, rhythm and rhyme,
enchanting dreams, fill the night,
of love so beautifully divine.
~