Pulling strings to
fulfeel an multitude of attractions,
like ores of
Touchy feely everywhere
rough hands feeling me up….
….a moment of mindless abandon….
No, I do not know….
why I cry
my tears do not speak to me,
mocking me in their silence….
No chance meeting of a lover on the streets.
Marching hooded white men armed to the teeth, pulling colored shopkeepers from their shops putting bullets to heads….
Children in cages, crying for mama and papa in a universal language but their captors won’t listen.
And The Blood Flag flys high over the White House.
No, I do not know why….
The sun disappeared
beyond the hills,
twilight bring shades
of red among the shadows.
The shadows are not frightening, when you can see what they really are in the dwindling light.
And spires of glass and steel are closer still….
Two in the afternoon,
I entered the
it’s shadows slowly
engulfs me, but
light glits off
suns among the earth.
There is no path to those suns, high up,
accept to imagine myself a bird,
then start walking….
I just don’t know….
A few days ago, two black men were arrested at a Starbucks because one of them wanted to use a bathroom. Well, at least they were not shot being black while trying to drink coffee….
If I can help it, I will not be drinking my coffee at Starbucks.
It is incidents like this that makes me wonder about the mythology of the United States, and that black people, it’s citizens, can be shot or jailed because of their skin color by law enforcement.
I’m sorry, I truly am, but I have lost faith in my birthplace. And by extension of this lost, most of my faith in humanity….
I and my friend have decided to relocate to San Diego, in the hope of having a better life than here in Detroit. That too, makes me somewhat sad, because I really wanted to buy my house or loft here in the Motor City. I’m moving for the higher minimum wage, ($9.25 in Michigan, vs. $15.00 in California), recreational marijuana and a more open and acceptable culture.
No, it will not be easy, because San Diego has a high rate of homelessness.
I hate writing these online journal entries because they’re not optimistic about life.
I can only only hope that life gets better.
my eyes and
directly to the….
I can’t believe
What I’m been
….another school shooting,
but why the debate?
Protect the children
And yet no one knows how to do that….
Develop a nourishing society that respects everyone….
This not a joke.
It’s a never ending Dance while I live,
I disire to kiss Her,
while fearing Her ambrace.
Life goes on, moments are missing because I seeing Her on the streets, Him in a back alley,
In dreams I’m an Elemental,
Waking I’m just a conflicted man,
wondering the world….
OK, I don’t like this new beta format at all….
I don’t know what to say about our recent hurricane (s) weather, accept that we need to be more prepared for ever powerful storms, and the frequencies as well.
I will not share all my views here because a lot of people have survive another hirricane and general flooding.
I think a serious investment in sea walls along our coast, and why even now more people will remember the Mexican-American border dispute instead of the preventive loss of lives and and property.
I think I’m becoming rurned off at the of sex, while at the same time dealing with a overdriven sexdrive.
I started turning people down, and I’m not certain that’s happiness.
It’s not happiness I think, if it is done out of fear.
Guess I will know after I post this.
And I think the same could be true of anyone needing to build a wall.
But there is a difference between a delusional fear and a very real threat.
Anyway, I vote for sea walls….