Lead skies 

Invaders hang from the sky above, chasing away my sun, mornings and child. From lead skies I come, wrapped in the arms of my enemy.”  -beth


I had the opportunity to speak with a refugee, 

she had come from lead skies, 

her land torn from war, and an uprising of terrorist. 

Writing this prose had taken me some time. Insights to war that have changed me and caused me to question my own understandings of war and wars complexities. My views on war have been pale and short sighted until I met her. She said this to me and I’ll never forget it, stills rings through me. “I have come to be wrapped in the arms of my hidden enemy but of this I dare not speak.” 

For those interested the link below will bring you to the prose. For some this maybe triggering. 

I hope that I have given her words life and her voice a platform. 

Thank you to all who read this. 

http://spillwords.com/lead-skies/

I was called everything but a woman

I am a woman and yet my voice is silenced by those fighting for women’s rights.” -Beth 


I am a women but yet didn’t march for womans rights because I simply asked a question prior to the march, “what is this for, a march against Trump?” I was called everything but a woman,  “supporter of the rape culture, racist, and a misogynist.” So, my voice was surpressed by the very ones fighting for human and women’s rights. 
I am neither left nor right.  I am somewhere in the middle, watching all this erupt, watching hatred grow and self willed agendas of a government win, no matter who gets hurt, the end justifies the means, that’s all that matters, 

not a voice, 

not truth, 

not facts. 

What is the one thing an ideology/propaganda fears most? 

The voice that disrupts it. 

Truth is its own weapon, propaganda needs a wooden bat, needs to demean, tactics or fear to push its ideology and will upon many. 

On a positive, people are going beyond main stream medias and searching for truth, not simply believing what is pumped out. People are talking whether it be about, Yemen, Syria, radicalism, the current division and elite propagandas. So what does this mean(hopefully), a lie fears the truth and truth is being demanded. Instead of the media controlling us, we control the media by demanding facts and true journalism. 

Voices 

Until all voices matter, not all lives will.” -Beth 

What we fail to see is; 

what we remain silent about allows the wrong parts of governments to grow, the wrong parts of human nature to thrive, whether they be on the left or right. 

They all drink from the cup of humanity, drunkards sipping from our thoughts and spewing ideologies over the frailest parts of humanity. 

So,

I closed my eyes to see.

Until we,

no matter the side can sit and hear without labeling and hate,

we encourage this great divide. 

The wrong parts of government will continue to grow, they will continue to feed us through establishment medias and of us, this torn humanity they will drink. 

In this America 

I laid in bed, wrapped in the freedoms of this country and when I woke, you forbid me to truly speak.”  -Beth 

In this America, 

in this era, truth seems to disdained, censored and erased. It is has simple as removing(temporarily banning)you from social media. 

In this America,

lies and truth war one another, through social medias, many focus on the minuet details rather then the bigger picture, the move behind the push.

In this America,

voice only matters if the words and stories conform. What is said and spoken against this conformity is where the war lay,

You’ve come and stood,

upon my doorstep, 

You’re a constant 

gaze through my window.

You ever attempt to silence me

but,

I will speak of humanity and the rights being violated unjustly. 

Remaining silent on unjust wars and censorship only allows the wrong parts of government and human nature to grow. 

I will speak out for those of humanity that are displaced, the refugee and those opproessed through censorship(to name a few),

I will write for you that your humanity may find a home within me, that your wrong may find justice through a pen, that your voice silenced, may find expressions through paper. 

Side note; this is a factual expression. I have shared and spoken out the truth through social media and woke to find through a simple notice, I was temporarily removed(banned) from social media.

When truth is removed, only one thing can replace that…a lie….

Every lie carries a portion of truth, this is how a lie justifies the judge and any unjust actions the judge hands out. 

–this is not an anti trump post, it is however about the unjust dealings of a government and the silent war waging.  

Sorry for the what seems to be a rant but I am frustrated with what has transpired and my currently being temporarily banned. Comments are welcome and I will be glad to explain the reasons. Thank you for reading this

Asleep in a lie

The only serum for a lie, truth..”

I had laid with this lie for years, a perfect union. 

Nightly we lay together, clothed in gentle denial. 

My eyes had only seen that which a lie would allow. To this weary eye, a prayer for sightless.

You have turned me into this lie, a world carefully crafted by images and sounds. 

Because of you my world no unforgiving and forgein. 

Truth had come in like an adulteress, undressed me and naked I lay, stripped of all that was real to my flesh. 

Trembling at the thought of this truth, and the foot prints that continue beyond what can be touched. 

You’ve clothed me in words not my own, 

meanings well constructed but none did my soul recognize. 

Before I slept, 

I pleaded with my dreams, do not wake me, 

cover me..

Truth pierced night,

from a single scar, 

a light,

leads me to realities inside,

beyond this shroud of site.

Forgiven…