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We Must Never Let Them
Duplicity Times Two ~ Philip Brent Harris ~~~~~ Too cowardly to accept reality. Except, reality’s truth stays real even when it’s forced into hiding by men, boys, bragging bullies. Acceptance is born into babies. All children must be taught hate. Terrified thugs snarl, jack-booted, burdened with the weapons of war, have crawled from beneath rocks, […]
Chance I Will Be Wrong
~~~~~ Words cascade down the page. Cataracts I must navigate as I learn what and where the many perils lurk beneath the surface of my wandering, weary mind. Sounds insane, but such is the stream which carries me along. Sometimes, I float gently, lulled by a false sense of safety again. Stolen from me in […]
Live the Loss of the Loss I Live
~~~~~ I have yet to find the metaphor to express what waits within. Yet, it is precisely in my ignorance I may find my stance. Yet, it is precisely in my awareness of my ignorance there is a chance. Every day to live the loss of my world. Only by living the loss of my […]
No Need to Explain
~~~~~ When what you envision doesn’t come to fruition, you struggle and strain. Stop, silence your brain. Let it flow through you till you find a new view traveling a higher plane. Truly, no need to explain. ~~~~~ People Over Politics, World Over Wealth! Peace is Purpose, Nonviolence is Strength, Diversity is Unity, Empathy is […]
Each Morning I Say Hello
~~~~~ Each morning I say hello to the King Raven, who lands on my fence as I spread birdseed on the ground and put fresh water in the birdbath. I hope one morning I will I will hear him reply, “Hello.” Perhaps, he will say he’s not the King but the Queen and that’s why […]
Never to Return
Life on the Edge ~ Philip Brent Harris ~~~~~ Steps climb slowly, silently up the stairs. Wondering who might still be sleeping. It is but the wee shank of the morning, Which has itself not quite come awake. It is a time when predators start home To see to their own, as their prey curls […]
Allow Us to Begin
~~~~~ The rush, hustle and bustle of our days Left with little time to think or know Who we really are, what part we play For this manifestation of infinite love. Infinite error and emotion, too, within These fragile vehicles that we call ours. They are but costumes we wear awhile. Then they are discarded […]
May 24th, 2022
~~~~~ Another date that lives in infamy Because it marks the base murder Of 19 grade-school children and Of two teachers and one husband. I tried to think of a gentler name For murder. Ended is euphemism. But it is not inaccurate, only weak. An 18-year-old boy shattered life, broke hearts and crushed all hope […]
Seeking Infinity
~~~~~ Dance and art covers amazingly vast spectra.Religious iconography to hypersexual anime.The pure, unadulterated joy of small children,Spontaneous is their joyful expression, full of Love and the spark of creative energy. DanceMarathons, feats of feet during time of need.Focused whirl of the dervish seeking infinity. Children don’t possess limits taught to adults. The lucky ones, […]
What is Your Belief?
M.A.D. ~ Philip Brent Harris ~~~~~ All our views are disappearing Replaced by condos growing high. All our fields are vanishing, Gone to growing houses side by side. Little looks the same these days As it did when I was younger I cannot see the hills or the bay Hear train whistles, but their reality […]
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