Tag Archives: #WRITERS

Word Farts

Word Farts ~~~~~   It is time to put people over politics, country over capitulation and world over wealth. ~~~~~ Hither, thither and yon, of late. Dither, wither I’ve gone, this date. Slather blather upon my plate. Rather gather my own estate. ~~~~~ Peace is Purpose, Nonviolence is Strength,  Diversity is Unity, Empathy is Empowerment […]

Rapidly

Rapidly ~~~~~ It is time to put the people over politics, country over capitulation, and world over wealth. ~~~~~ How rapidly all our days wing away, no matter how we measure time, its sway. In the cosmic scale, our time is less than not. We’ll be gone before we know what we’ve got. ~~~~~ Peace […]

These Moments

These Moments ~~~~~ Peace is Purpose, Nonviolence is Strength,  Diversity is Unity, Empathy is Empowerment ~~~~~ All of the things we do and say, every place we choose to play, if working or not, stand or fall, all these moments define us all. ~~~~~ Peace is Purpose, Nonviolence is Strength,  Diversity is Unity, Empathy is […]

Now or in the Future

~~~~~ Peace is Purpose, Nonviolence is Strength,  Diversity is Unity, Empathy is Empowerment ~~~~~ Filled with chances, wasted hours, happy times the path ahead carries us onward, up a distant hill. What stops will we make, steps will we take, missed friends, opportunities, through fear, reason, self-treason? Challenges we’ll add to our path’s trials as […]

What Do We Fear?

~~~~~ 4 Questions Concerning the Fate of Humanity It is not a question of who we have been or even who we are now. It’s a question of who we become. More importantly, it’s whether we choose or whether we continue to embrace the pain and chaos we manifest and appear to revel in, in […]

Whose Sweet Face?

~~~~~ While club and maul and stick and mace may have been effective to smash a face, they all require study, practice and intent, maim or murder always what was meant. While the spear and stone or an arbalest, increased striking distance, were not fast. Designed to kill prey, as dangerous as us finished more […]

Children’s Duty

~~~~~ How lovely a bouquet, yellow daffodils, in a clear glass vase, the stems cut short, die the sooner; their life and beauty stills. Though death comes for all life, no resort. From the far field we hear a loud report. Death stalks killing fields and marks all, knowing lives of children, it will abort, […]