taken away, a small childs trust, another childs brave stance.
it is how I understand, this break, a sideways glance at the past,
it is pain, it is a suppression of a life, sprayed upon an uneven
playing field. it will yield , it will yield . an adult bouncing,
until the youth is sprayed upon another country, convinced of
an America. To touch, to ever touch something so gentle,
then thrust it so far away, break me, my heart, my arm.
it hurts now, it will hurt tomorrow, it will rob us until we
no longer exist. You have taken this bravery and wasted it
not on a just cause but on killing for killings sake.
pentagon fertilizer to enrich another oil saturated country.
I am sick of you, I am so entirely defeated by what you have manifested.
Every morning I weep, yet I wonder why, It is because we waste bravery?
It is because we waste? It is because? It is..............
When you were the little boy saying, "Don't cry Mommie, it will be alright.", I knew you so well.
ReplyDeleteI thought I knew you as an adult, but your poems and writings are showing me a side of you I didn't know. For that, I am grateful.
Your talents are boundless. I love you.
It's not our darkness that most frightens us not that were inadaquate to the world, but inadaquate for measure that scares us. Its the idea that maybe we are greater than what we precieve, but with greatness comes a responsibility.
ReplyDeleteI remember coming into the theatre hearing Old Man being remade by Red Light King. I thought to myself more and more I alot like you. Its seems more and more that as days become more on edge that I am finding your spirit which keeps me from walking out of this life.
Love you,
Zach
I was moved by your latest writing, flooded by thoughts and feelings from the past. Being a survivor of one of our nations insane times, I want to believe that is a divine plan or fate for all that happens, but I fear there is not.I think the best we can do is to make the world a better place, you have and are doing this in many ways. PEACE/BUD
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