Is it inevitable? The way it must go;
Good people, Great people,
Giving in to
Thoughts dark, Thoughts evil,
That I’m so fearful,
Will one day be mine. Continue reading Misplaced Missive #125 – Inevitable
Red flags flown with pride,
A symbol once wished peaceful,
Used to tear us apart;
A past in pieces,
We cannot allow to restart.
How dare they preach while
Waving rags so soaked in blood. Continue reading Color Schemes – Blood Red Divisions
He’ll only open his eyes to see the sun,
Visions of white and The Holy One.
His voice always commanding and sure,
Hides his weakness and won’t waver,
When he says nothing I want to hear,
When he reveals nothing, but his own fear. Continue reading Misplaced Missive #98 – Flip
I watch the shadows dance,
As real as pretend can be.
The ties that bind hold me steady,
The illusion of security, of stability. Continue reading Misplaced Missive #74 – Plato’s Cave
When you can’t sleep
For fear of dreaming,
And can’t act
For fear and thinking. Continue reading Misplaced Missive #52 – Wall Flower
You Can Do Better
You can do better.
he’s what you deserve…
What you’re earned
Driven by fear
And not ambition. Continue reading Moonlit Musing: Judgement Calls
I’ve come to a crossroad.
3 paths before me,
My future unsure.
3 new ways to head towards
But do I have the courage
To move forward? Continue reading Misplaced Missive #46: 4
As tears leak down embarrassed cheeks,
sliding smoothly southward,
I think of all that rolls downhill with this decision –
down goes my faith, once again…
First god, and now man,
how does one find the energy to stand
in a world that stands against you? Continue reading Election Day Revelations
“This isn’t what we do. It’s not about hatred or about death or about any of the trivial reasons the biased media is painting it around. Don’t let them twist the mission.”
“Them? This isn’t about some vague all powerful ‘them’, this is about me. About us and what we’re trying to accomplish here. We’re supposed to be sending a message to a group of people too comfortable and arrogant to read it. There’s only one choice left.” She punches downward to accentuate her point with the cracking of fist-on-desk violence. Or maybe just to stop herself from hitting me. Continue reading Free Verse – Challenge Call Response – JG
Waves caress with sighs,
infinite breaths of life unseen.
Another universe waits below,
undetected by meager tools. Continue reading Free Verse – Emergence – SD