Blocked by those you are loyal to

“The only ones blocked from the ill side affects of a policy are the politicians that create them.”

The only ones that live separately from created policies are the leaders that create them.

Politicians will fight for socialism and yet live separately from any redistribution of money.

Politicians will fight for capitalism and yet live separately from the working poor.

Each economic system is run by an elite system that will benefit no matter how much poverty the system creates.

Everyone is for sale and sold for profit.

Each side claims the other side blocks policies best for the people.

If it wasn’t for the democrats this would pass , we need more power(control so we are the majority).

If it wasn’t for the republicans this would pass, we need more power(control so we are the majority).

Yet, each politician is exempt from certain laws that you and I are forced to live under.

How many politicians that grab the microphone and claim to have your best interest at heart, eat from your table, ration medications so they can by food, have no choice but to accept a 25-35 cent raise while their insurance rates go up, how many have to work a rummage through trash bins collecting bottles for extra gas money, how many have to skip a meal because they work and can’t afford to eat well and how many end up have to wait to retire and fear growing old because, although they’ve worked their whole lives, are afraid they’ll run out of funds.


Poets of New England

This will be a first for me. One of my pieces titled “not all but most,” will be published in the poets of New England available on Amazon for purchase. In a few months will also be available in some book stores.

My next step is to put a book together of selected pieces and hopefully have published through “underground writers association who works with indie publishing.”

I’d like to take a moment to thank everyone for their continued encouragement. For sticking with me.

I consider this moment to be yours as much as it is my moment…

Politicians will be fine

You’ll never see a politician in the food pantry.

You’ll never see a politician ration food for medication.

You’ll never see a politician boil water to bathe because they can’t afford the bill.

You’ll never see a politician walk to work because they don’t have the money to fix their breaks on the car.

You’ll never see a politician live out of their car, shower at the YMCA and head to work.

You’ll never see the child of a politician skip a meal because there’s not enough money.

Every politician will spend your money while holding their own.

Politicians will never work into their 70’s because they can’t afford to retire but you will.

You’ll never see a politician live under the same burdens they place on you.



“The pale of life hold the most color.”

Not all wars are visible

the paled battles are the most vicious.

Not all tears reach the ground

some turn into rain drops

watering the earth.

Hunger is gray begins in overfeeding

turns the stomach into poverty.

Most voices are poor,

turned into paintings

sold as art to the highest bidder.

Faith can be empty and full of self righteousness ignorant to the capabilities of a lower nature,

Oh blind of heart

bleached of sight

do you not know?

every leaf falls to the ground and must wither that the tree continue to grow.

The pale of life hold the most color,

unaffected by the rising tides

never to wither

finds growth in the storm

changing her seasons.

The mirror always looks back

The mirror always looks back..

There are some things you never forget, the mirror always looks back.

The sound of empty rain drops hitting a tin roof.

The wild flower that had died the moment she was touched.

The sound of the old mans empty breath as he stands at the bus stop.

The stance of the young who have life figured out and the eyes of the old, grasping to still understand what life and humanity have become.

The youth will speak of humanities warmth and the old will show you the coldness.

Realizing everyone is as loyal as they are disloyal and you are no different.

The music to a song that no longer has lyrics.

That moment you look in the mirror and see yourself staring back.

The warmth of the moon and the coldness of the sun.

Being attracted to the storm.

Waking up to sleep again.

The unspeakable peace when all is chaos around you.

The unspeakable chaos when all is peaceful around you.

Being lost to yourself.

People make love and relationships meaningless, love and relationships cannot corrupt themselves.

When heartache saved you and love destroyed you.

When the night shone as the day and the day resembled the night.

Envying the freedom of a bird.

You wake on day and understand, you have placed more chains on yourself more then anyone else has.

Real poetry is graffiti.

You will beg to remember while forgetting.

The mirror always looks back…