A call to unity

They disunite us, we conquer and reduce ourselves.

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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…

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…

You will

You will….

You will be made and remade a thousands times over.

You will die a thousand deaths before being turned to ash.

You will fall more times then you rise but you will rise.

You will be placed in the darkest of places and question every belief you’ve ever had and wonder if they truly are your own.

You will fear every belief you have,

seeing the truth of what believing really means and the consequences of that reality.

You will grow to understand the world knows less today than yesterday. We’ve learned more but lack the knowledge needed to move forward.

You will hear the utopian world and soon begin to understand, it is more about control and less about doing what’s right for humanity. How can this utopia exist when it has been the human nature of men/women that have corrupted every system meant for good will.

You will grow older not younger,

“50 years young” dose not change the color of grey or thinning of skin. You will realize most who say this fear aging. The greatest gift you could give yourself, make peace with age and age will make peace with you.

I have spent many years dealing with the dying and have witnessed every single belief in God shattered by reality, with their dying breath they search for the true living god not a god made by the minds of men/women. I have seen the atheists shiver. I have seen the rich turned into poverty and wail. I have seen the most influential lay gasping in a hospital gown unrecognizable.

I have walked into the dreariest hospital rooms and have understood, we spend are whole lives avoiding the end and by stripping death of her existence we miss our lives.