Life is not createdwithin cookie-cutterboundaries. There is no  clear-cut way toeternal happiness. For I am only humanundefined by a categoryor any identity. I am more than a name,religion, or race.I am me. You call me weak,when I’m empoweredby inner strength. You say I’m stupidwhen I know andrecognize my weaknesses. You call me sensitivewhen I’m not stonefacedor ...

My ancient limbs are wearyTimewornFrom trying to walk on waterBut I am able enoughTo leave a footprint in the sandBefore the tide returns again I am not deaf or blindMy eyes can hear the soundOf a merciless warShredding families apartThe nation’s folks areCrying rivers of tearsWhich are spirituallyFlooding their sacred towns

I was a lonely lavender bushWith a pretty fairy-wing flowerNow!I am a rotting piece of deadwood. Last summerMy minder went on a holidayAnd left my hanging-basket homeIt was left to dry up and crumble. After!He dug out my dying rootsAnd tried to resurrect meBeyond redemptionI did not arise again. Now!In my wrinkled nakednessHe ashamedly hides ...

Autumn is approaching, which means Halloween is lurking Chilly nights call for glowing fireplaces, creating illumination for spooky stories Colorful leaves begin to fall, revealing innumerable bony branches Fall’s vibrant beauty bestows, yet undertones of mystery arise Darkness comes sooner, providing a shroud for the undead

 The leaves Azure and emerald Mother Nature’s Tear droplets of joy Daintily dangle Above sacred ground And faithfully Await baptism By cascading sunshine Thereafter The anointed leaves Eternally replenish Mother Nature’s  Earthly goblet With liquid hues Of azure and emerald 

So perfect was this one fine spring day Incandescent rays and the warmth of the sun emote. Blue cloudless sapphire heaven at Noonday Filled up the air with Larks’ sweet dulcet notes. Upon the scaffold, my metal surface gleamed Flashing fiery sparks lit by gentle silver waves. Crimson tears filled tiny crevices carved With each ...

Life is full of changes.Large and smallEnough to make anyone stressYet, expected to be beneficial This sense of change can be overwhelmingFeelings of being inadequate and irrelevantEmotional drainage that few realizePushing us all aside like waves Caught in a perpetual cycleof rise and fallThese ideas of what change can bringUnable to truly deal with them ...

My American soldier.Head held high,unafraid to fight.Unafraid to die. For thosehe loves in thisblessed country,and for their freedom. Because he believes inthe wordsfreedom, liberty,justice for all. “Why must you go?”I cry, everyteardropa scar on my heart. Every step hetakes, breaks myspirit further, mysoul crys in anguish. Is it selfish to needhim here, even ashis country ...

Deep in the enchanted forestUnder mossy rocks and water-reeds I found an iron-bar doorLying over a sinkhole in the creek bed I wondered and yelled out“Hello! Is anyone down there” Eerily, a gentle voice replied“Do not worry, we are sheltering here” “Why are you hiding?” I inquired “We are waiting for humanity  to stop the carnage on our planet” Then, ...

It’s a strange worldwe have foundourselves in. America is nowpublic enemynumber one. The patriots areunwelcome andracist. Racism only appliestoward the“white supremacists”. For they are as evil and sinisteras devils right? When will we learn towake up and realizewe’re the same. For we’re connectedand bleed red,white and blue. Have we forgottenwhat it meansto be human? For ...