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Who Are You?

Who Are You? ~~~~~ Where are you from? Why do you think you are here? Don’t know. Who are you? ~~~~~ Peace is Purpose, Nonviolence is Strength, Diversity is Unity, Empathy is Empowerment ~~~~~ Please, leave a comment and let me know what you think. See more of my creative offerings and opinions at: Brent […]

Silently Across the Night

Silently Across the Night ~~~~~ Moving silently across the night-dark earth, Fires burn ever, Fluttering banners, gold and red, to mark the dead, Ever brighter, Projected onto shifting smoke, Ever hotter. An ever-changing, tattered screen, white, gray, black, Consuming all. No animal, no insect, no blade of grass remains For eyes to see. Glimpses through […]

Fin

Fin ~~~~~ Seeing something so different I find it beyond my ken, nor does it matter what I meant, which side I’m on at the end. ~~~~~ Peace is Purpose, Nonviolence is Strength,  Diversity is Unity, Empathy is Empowerment ~~~~~ Please, leave a comment and let me know what you think. See more of my […]

Contagion

Contagion ~~~~~ Waiting to get my flu shot, sitting in a crowded room, from babies to old geezers, hoping I’ll get called soon. I hope it does its job, if not sickness may for me loom and, I’ll be an old sneezer, daily, from noon to noon. ~~~~~ Peace is Purpose, Nonviolence is Strength,  Diversity […]

Most Likely

Most Likely ~~~~~ Can you see the crazy man standing over there? You might think him normal. I assure you he is not. Stress has robbed his strength, his ability to recover. I’ve heard it said, no rest for the wicked, or no rest for the weary, This is no rest for the busy. Whether […]

To Laugh and Cry

To Laugh and Cry ~~~~~ I would be the blazing lantern to guide us, when darkness comes. Not the stubby candle that melts away to nothing, to be soon gone. Nothing left, no thought, no song. I would be the compass to lead us, If I knew where we were in bright sunlight, saw the […]

Beneath the Grass

Beneath the Grass ~~~~~ What would it feel like, any fun, to live to be one hundred? My imagination says it would be less fun and more dread. With luck, still shuffling about, able to pee upon my shoes. not rolled around as deadwood, by someone I don’t choose. Perhaps I will be non-compos mentis […]