March 1, 2017

Fool said, “I am fool.” Another said, “I am not!” They were the true fool.

January 18, 2017 – I

A conservative, coward, liberal, loser, moderate, moron.

Calling all…

Calling all hearts All Souls who have felt the bitter sweet burns of Love’s pain. Calling all minds All thinkers Doers And actors. Call all poet’s hearts, Do not be meek in the face of these days! Calling all strong, It’s time to stand up to bullies, Calling all thinkers, Lovers,  Hearts,  Minds, Souls. CallingContinue reading “Calling all…”

If You Are…

If you are black,   your life matters to me. If you are a woman,   a man,   or any gender or name,   you are safe at night with me. And if you are catcalled, raped, violeted or touched, Reach out to me,  and I will remind you just how strong you are.Continue reading “If You Are…”

The Death of Hombar, Part 2

 II One day, they told him he was going to get to go home. They loaded him onto a primitive mass transport with the other prisoners. On Earth it was called a “bus” he would learn.  “We call this garbage,” thought Hombar, a mass transport, on wheels no less, and it even ran on petroleumContinue reading “The Death of Hombar, Part 2”

The Death of Hombar, Part I

I Hombar didn’t beg for mercy. He gave that up during the torture. He tried to tell them the truth, but they only waterboarded him more. “Who are you!?” The men in black would scream. Their attire was bizarre to Hombar, the men wore the same anachronistic suits he used see in the history booksContinue reading “The Death of Hombar, Part I”

Gramercy, The Journey of Jack Lewis. Chapter 13.

Chapter 13 Fun Playing God Needless to say our star crossed lovers spent that night in each others arms.  In fact they had spent every night for the last three weeks in each others arms.  Never had either one been so happy, so warm, so full of joy. Kate was used to men being douche-bags,Continue reading “Gramercy, The Journey of Jack Lewis. Chapter 13.”

The Vicar

It was a normal, peaceful day on the bustling streets of London. Well, perhaps peaceful is the wrong word. There really is no such thing as a “peaceful” day in London, especially during the tourist seasons. Baker street was always filled with the literary obsessives dying to find Sherlock Holmes’ address or the Karl MarxContinue reading “The Vicar”

FUCK HOBBY LOBBY! FUCK THE SUPREME COURT! THE SYSTEM IS BROKEN #YESALLWOMEN

I AM SO FURIOUS ABOUT THE HOBBY LOBBY VERDICT I CAN’T EVEN SEE STRAIGHT! HERE IS ALL THE REASONS WHY THIS VERDICT IS BULLSHIT! 1. NO ONES RELIGIOUS FREEDOM WAS OPPRESSED. THE ONLY THING THAT IS NOW OPPRESSED IS A WOMEN’S RIGHT TO CHOOSE! 2. MOST WOMEN WHO USE BIRTH CONTROL USE IT FOR MEDICALContinue reading “FUCK HOBBY LOBBY! FUCK THE SUPREME COURT! THE SYSTEM IS BROKEN #YESALLWOMEN”

All is and are blank, Parody of the Selves

The nuisance of existing in such trying times. All is blank and all are blank and harsh and spoiled are the years. Everything is now just a parody of itself. God is dead, and so is satan and all their followers are in denial. Still wishing, and calling, praying and screaming, “Help!” 8/10/10 

This word, Love.

My heart is open to all. My soul is an open book, for love is a universal character even the poorest and the meanest and the most sad and the most spiteful and the most lonely have loved, or still love, or forever love. Where is your love? Have you none? Then you have someContinue reading “This word, Love.”

This Charge

This Charge, This mockery of peace and justice. Why these chains? Why these cells? Why these wardens? Why these overseers? Is the human soul not an inherent figure fixed of man? This is nothing that hasn’t been said before. If the day of judgement is true, Fear not for the victim’s but the evil’s souls.Continue reading “This Charge”

My Pen

Come now my pen! My pen, you shall be my valiant sword you shall be my chivalrous oath. Oh sweet pen, speak out upon my rage, my fear, my love, my desire. Run my pen along this dead page. Be the source my pay, my life my peace. Tell the tale I cannot my pen.Continue reading “My Pen”