World in flames

It’s very hard to think about eating when you are the food. It’s hard to imagine that mankind, of which I am one of them, one of the remaining, went from the apex to the vertex of the food pyramid. It’s even harder to imagine, when the hell we now live in, was the fantasy creation of someone I knew almost all my life. I remember when I went to live with her, well, them, at just about 13, Bird, and her brother would chase down and catch various insects, …

BONDS

Some bonds are just cut out to be No matter how hard Just like rivers They find their course They create their own channels Neither waves nor tides Could ever redirect the intention They could meander Or at worst dry up But as long as there is life There is hope for a new phase

The choices we made again and again a poem that only ends when you let it

This poem will go on and on until we make it stop to make this poem end all you have to do is share every time it’s updated (every several days lately) The choices we made again and again Ten bodies hit the floor Eight more the week before On the job, or out buying food All it takes is to die is a bad mood At the movies, in your churches It all started with a purchase A gun For fun Or defend A friend Emotion Leads to motion …