#vss365
I walked on glass
this morning
Up to the
Mirror.
I said
“I want to love you”
To my paunch
And skinny sinewed
Arms
“You fat-“
The color of patience,
Ran in cream tears
Moisturizer
Sloughed off
My cracked cheeks
My eyes,so tired
Of waiting to live,
Wanting to love
The idea of pulling up to a Food Bank in an SUV where the workers load up your car full of groceries and you drive off shows how ridiculous our country has become.
@LeeKuanYimby I worked on some Habitat for Humanity homes in Northern California many years ago. We were working on the last few homes in a development. Most of the earlier homes had nicer cars in them than I drove, including volvos, a new Jeep, and even a nice Jaguar. Last time I volunteered.
Destination unknown
Follow the dotted line
Pause to breathe
Pull over
Tears on the side of the road
A swollen lip in the rear view
But life is ok
Better together
Calm down
Turn around
Remember what matters most
Pain builds character
Patience builds forgiveness
#vss365
#vss365
Embrace your nerve
Embrace your fear-
That shaking child
You cover up
Into welcome:
“Here is my pen,
I’ll hold your hand
My little fear.
Tell me what is
Your deepest hurt
So we can heal,”
Out come the words
You feared speaking:
Acceptance, love
“I’m free to love
Myself.”
@BlackVillain666 Well if we were to compare the modern day crime and suicidal rate of those who are indoctrinated in Christ and the holy spirit to those indoctrinated into lgbtq or what label you call it. I’m sure there is some staggering discrepancies. Ones not like the other my guy. Be honest
"I am now old" says
The rose "I weep
For youth long lost.
I am a dress
Of scarlet melodies
Unpeeling round
Pure loss.
My nakedness,
My bleeding's song:
A scent that whispers
Of love long gone.
My petals peel,
peel to blood
Clot. They become
A new flower:
My Broken heart."#vss36
once you cut a #rose
it collapses into tears
bleeds life’s last hope
becomes the fragrance
of a coffin soon it’ll drape
awake are its thorns
not too late to stab & pierce
smeared innate signal
heaven is not to be feared
yet death froze hope’s beloved years
#BraveWrite#vss365
Depression
Defying simple
Joys. Too tired
To lift my head,
Guilty smells
Of laundry mess
Speak to me
My dysfunction.
Do I cry
Or run a wash?
Picking up
The spoiled socks
Means Acknowledgment.
Means Accepting
The mess I made
Means I’ll ask again
What’s wrong with me
#vss365
#vss365
Who hears fireworks above the intercoms,
Which blare their supercilious dead anthems?
Who fought for freedom, which you wish away
For cheaper gasoline and eggs and beer?
The dead are marching back with protest signs.
Please, stand with them
Until we all are free.
#vss365
I can’t appraise
This bird that sings,
In Jasmine Bushes
Just behind me.
She sings two notes
That say, her whole life.
She hits me like
A ray of sun from
Her world thats
Just behind me.
Among the flowers
Inviting me
To live, to drop
My pen and leap
To her bright song.
Not even gods
Can apprehend
The secret names
Of cats. Succumbing
On sight to cuteness
Of softest bellies
And button faces.
They goo and gaw
All stupid,stroking
Each kittys fur
With hands of sun
While Kitty purrs
Contentedly
With fluff all shiny,
Orange with glory.
#vss365
WWII Veteran and Purple Heart recipient Robert Hilliard:
"Next week I'll be 101 years old. In February 1944 when I was 18 years old I was inducted into the army and what they taught me to do there was to kill people who set up detention camps. Can you imagine how I felt earlier this year when they announced that one of the future detention camps would be at that same camp landing in Florida? We have a fascist, a fascist government, that allows innocent people to be put in detention camps and incarcerated."
Source: @tomaskenn