Some good news from a possible publisher.
Emily Hitchcock CEO of Boyle & Dalton has reviewed some of my work found on spill words.
The pieces she is most interested in are, the series “voices on skin.”
I’ve sent in more work for review and I am hoping to hear back 🙏🏽 as to whether or not my work accepted.
The waiting is the worst but then again, I never imagined any of this would happen.
I’d like yo thank everyone for your support, encouragement and sticking with me through my ramblings.
Not everything that has movement is beneficial.
Happy New Year’s Eve to all friends throughout the world.
May we find chaos turn to peace.
May we find bitterness turn to healing.
May we find broken turn to blank pages to finish the story.
May we find darkness turn to light.
May we find hopeless turn to hope.
May we find anger turn to dance.
May we find lonely turn to fullness.
May we find lost turn to redemption.
May we seek in wonderment and awe
celebrate the gift of a moment and the breath given.
(Picture curtsey of Kent)
“Our division feeds the ruling classes power and unity, giving them freedom to exempt themselves from polices that oppress and drive people into poverty.”
The minority ruling class understands something we the as people don’t,
untied they stand, divided they fall.
The ruling class sees no color as we do only a signature on the dotted line of compromise.
May we someday understand;
us uniting would disrupt their unity and divided they would fall.
We as a humanity have to stop serving the ruling class plates or power and be accountable for what we’ve allowed.
Disrupt the clam,
stillness of power
of the ruling class through coming together.
“A love untouched by what is educated will be the judge of hatred. A child will lead.”
There are moments when hatred will be judged
by love untouched,
a child will lead.
Everything you think you know,
is nothing compared to what you will learn.
In the gray of nothingness
emptiness hands her gifts wrapped barrenly,
exposing the ills of a human heart until accountability is met, setting free the self imprisoned.
All deeds done, will be meet by the being of nothingness exposing the stain of goodness, what is truly of good can be given without expected recompense.
All that is nonexistent, exists.
All that is of an ending, begins.
All that is lonely will grow to become truly complete.
Some that has been lost will remain gone, absorbed into empties box for not all lost should be found.
All forgotten will be remembered, images haunting the mind will demand peace be made, setting the afflicted free.
Nothingness will weigh the unbalanced, emptiness will balance the wings.
Emptiness will bring to life the silence hidden in every spoken word handing truth to the weary.
All is naked before and within nothingness and emptiness,
all is born and reborn
all wisdoms are unclothed for there are no shadows to hide within.