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  • 95: A New Pen

    A New Pen A new pen  There is nothing like  finding a new pen.  The immediate feeling, like your hand’s been missing something  that it never knew it missed.  Each different than the last, different than the next.  The disappointment when, you find a dud, Surpasses any time, I’ve ever been stuck in traffic.  When…

  • 94: When will the children be safe?

    When will the children be safe? When superpowers drop bombs, on a minuscule minority population elementary schools… it makes sense. When you remember, the lawmakers won’t even revamp some antiquated rules to keep our classrooms and hallways safe. So, why on Earth, would they give a fuck, about other people’s kids? It’s disgusting to think,…

  • 93: ACAB

    ACAB The democratic socialist organization whose primary focus is to be grassroots paramilitary force against the poor people, controlled by the rules, only created, to govern them.

  • 92: Antiquity

    Antiquity Kill the mind save the man. Acquiesce or die. Make a dollar, give a quarter. All supposed to keep order. Patricians versus Plebs, Sumerian order, Egyptian Priesthood, Indian caste, the answers so clear when viewing the past. Say it loud, and find yourself locked up. Voiceless. It must be madness, to push against the…

  • 91: Etchings

    Etchings When I etch, my words on the page. insides full of foolish rage. Rage Against what? I’m not sure I know. And that is where, my fear begins to grow. Do I need to know to know? Or can I just let it go? I let it go! Eyes open, I stride ahead, wondering…

  • 90: Thoughts

    Thoughts Thoughts, like feelings, ebb and flow. Invading my brainspace until they go. But, “I HAVE THE POWER!” to make them cease, as well as the power, to make them increase, their intensity and affect on me only when I remember, to just be me.

  • 89: Overtime

    Overtime Only one minute to go, what is left? 60 seconds of past, flying to future, but only now is. If I indulge, I’m pulled foward or back. If I indulge, I get out of whack. Can’t indulge or I lose track.

  • 88: New, but Knew.

    New, but Knew. I knew it would be you and I knew it would feel new, but how can new feel so familiar too? I used to wish to know, eventually, learning to relax and let go, allow my true self to show. Your pull is intrinsic and deep, from inside my soul it will…

  • 87: Wonder

    Wonder It’s often interesting, to find what we see, today, fraught with love and beauty. Natures abundant love, evident, as my eyes wander the sky. Catching a bird dance, way up high. My eyes panned down, and began to see, the soft and slow dance of the tree. Continuing down, on the ground I see,…

  • 86: This is it? This is all?

    This is all? This is it? This is all? All of this, full of emptiness? This is it? This is all? not all bad? all of this? quite boring sometimes. This is it? This is all? What is good? All of this? If I choose? This is it? This is all? But, so much hope?…