Incorporeal
turn it off . . . bombings here . . . there . . . every fucking where . . . men in blue . . . harass, tase, shoot . . . fearing the unknown . . . so eliminate . . . one wrong done . . . don’t make another right .… Read More Incorporeal
turn it off . . . bombings here . . . there . . . every fucking where . . . men in blue . . . harass, tase, shoot . . . fearing the unknown . . . so eliminate . . . one wrong done . . . don’t make another right .… Read More Incorporeal
the trumpet sounds . . . the heaven opens . . . light fills the sky . . . roll call . . . soldiers of peace . . . of justice . . . of love . . . gather in line . . . ~o~ marching these might lands . . . adorn in armors of smiles . . . welding hugs… Read More Warriors
gently blowing every tongue, every lip, every ear a magical Calliphony birthing hypnotic beauty traveling through infinity no arms holding back no fist blocking no shots randomly dodging no screams to quiet, no tears to dry no blood has spilled, no violence to fear in a second, in a minute in an hour,… Read More Hope Rising
trumpet sounds unbolting the gates of heaven radiating beckoning a mighty force of angels roll call soldiers of peace to lead the soldiers of justice welding the swords and shields of hope adorned in the armor of love gathered in position marching mighty lands smiles of defense weapons of hugs, of comfort of compassion might… Read More The Warriors
Ben took his tie off. “What are you doing?” Kelly demanded. “I have to stop the blood.” Ben said while knotting his tie around his calf. Kelly rolled her eyes and said. “We don’t have time for this.” “Will these B.U.I or whatever you call them, will they try to eat us?” “No not at… Read More The Chain Writing Game ~ Week 5 ~ Episode 19
The art work is an original by Gee The Artist Gee and I have known each other for over 30 years. We share a daughter and two grandchildren. We are a modern family in this 21st century. Go over and check out his unique abstract work. This paining he titled Oops. I titled… Read More Finding the Fallen
Concrete washed in blood mother’s crying, son’s dying where is the compassion? 8/2012 Evil worshipers the humanitarians will claim victory. 8/2012
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