I remember the demons dancing at the corners of my eyes, always waiting to taunt me, always knowing how. I remember it all.
An unexpected night at the Forum…..
The rain on his belly tastes hot and sweet and you keep drinking
there is no poverty / in one’s heart / when you are free / and love is all around
Be not likened to your fear / As it is poison to your freedom. / I am seasoned to your graces. / Speak only upon your will / And drink if it …
i do not question the thoughts that are laid upon my heart, but rather write them down as they are poured from my soul, line by line as you see them here. none of my writings have ever been edited. among the indians of the pacific northwest, the verb for “making poetry” is the same as the verb “to breathe”
I pledge allegiance / To the flag / Of the United(?) States of Avarice… / And to the hypocrisy / For which it kneels to / A torn nation / Under…
Don’t, for a second, get me wrong – I love this country, and I am very blessed to have been born here. BUT, there’s another side to America that I feel needs to be addressed… I haven’t completely figured it out, but this might be the beginning of it. I was inspired, in part, by Shane Claiborne’s book, The Irresistable Revolution This pledge was also meant to be partnered with my image, The United States of Avarice
“I got me the prettiest little fucked up bitch in America, and it’s all my fault. Guess that means I gotta fix you, huh?” He takes a la…
Whatever works, I guess… / / / This is an experimental piece. I wrote it as part stream-of consciousness and part internal journal, sort of. Let me know what you think of it. It took me a bit longer than usual because I’m not used to writing like this. / / / Also, if you don’t understand something about this story, just let me know. I’ll try to patch them over. It can be confusing. / / / / thanks again so much for readin all my writing! makes me feel loved :)
I am reading a book entitled “Treasures from Treasured Psalms” written by Dr. Rod Mattoon…I have gained much enrichment in my reading and came across this poem that I simply wanted to share…Martha was a woman who suffered from four incurable diseases and struggled with pain for more than thirty-five years, an invalid and bound to her bed. Yet her words are fragrant with praise for her Savior!!! Her faith and great joy can be seen in this writing. Enjoy!
When they were young and they were poor / He sent her daisies to her door / The yellow glowed in the bouquet / She watered those dai…
It was forgotten / The steps and all / No one came / No one at all / So beautiful to see / But all alone / Except for me I stand there l…
Angela, Love A Forgotten Corner…want to live there… Please check out my friend Angela Harburn’s other awesome photos on the RB. /
There was a man of position / In a very comfortable condition / He enjoyed his life to fullest / Only bought the very best / One day while…
great wealth rich poor nothing pretence
Great Wealth
Her fantasies led her to places unknown / To men with turbins / Who smell of cologne To brothels where she would lay down / And be paid f…
Why Wait Be Somebody Right Now
Don’t wait for somebody to tear you down and make you feel bad. Stand up right now and take your first step to success and enrich your life.
An elaboration of sense in a confusing situation…
I have received countless e-mails about the bailout, written, called and emailed my congressman and am extremely disappointed in our governments choices for alleviating an issue of Greed, leaving me to create ‘sense’ amongst the NONSENSE!
As the reading of the will started Chuck was surprised / to learn that His great uncle Chester had amassed a / very large amount of wealth…
The on going saga of “Bad Luck Chuck”. / The poor guy never gets a break. / Hope you enjoy.
My Christmas Song
An intercessional prayer for Christmastime Twas the night after Christmas, And all through the house, / Not a creature was stirring, No…
A Christmas Prayer. Originally here
she lived in a gray world / wore the finest lace / had servants surrounding her / such a sad face / never knew love / or the brilliance of its…
money does not always make one happy….
I give my life to You, Lord / Take it and do what You must / Come move my life / Please show me what I should do
A prayer from June 14, 2009
Lepers are everywhere! / They drink champagne and forget the suffering ones! / Lepers are everywhere! / Thinking that they are cute!
her pressures are not of our world, hers is deeper / her enemy is herself, her battle is within
I was inspired to write this piece as I look through countless magazines and see these women in the news. Yes, they are beautiful, we are so easy to judge them by this fact alone. Yet their pictures are photoshopped, nipped and tucked to perfection before the public sees them. We also judge them by every wrong move they make, when they are already judging themselves, so much harsher than any of us can ever make. They are so loved and so hated at the same time. So much judgement on such vulnerable beings…..... Featured in LIFELINE – 24th Oct 2009
the sex wasn’t so bad … she even enjoyed it sometimes after he’d gone to sleep.
Sometimes quitting smoking is not the best thing for your health.
He walked down the road / dressed in white / sandals on His feet / looking around / He didn’t recognize the world / thinking it was civilized ...
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