It doesn’t take a day, fortnight To know what’s wrong and know what’s right It only takes some sadness, see A bit of love and empathy Understanding someone else Not just standing for yourself Realizing that, in truth I’m just me, and you’re just you We do not need to hate, or fight Whether priest … More Antoninus Pius
Nod to They for inspiration
Gone, their minds still mold creation
Rising now in narration
Here with us, tonight … More Nod to They
They’ve no master, not these stars
Not “mine”, not “yours”, they’re simply “ours”
Casting wishes, we, to they
For sparkles that turn dark to day … More Spelled in Skies of Sparkling Stars
Over time, I began to realize more and more how strange I probably came off to people by doing stuff like this. It would make the other person think I’m subtly acknowledging an imperfection or something. Messed up hair, wrinkled shirt, whatever. Which wasn’t at all what I was doing, but it probably appeared that way nonetheless. … More Living With OCD: The Subtle Ways it Can Govern Your Life
Driving forward in reverse Yet asking why I’ve stopped Climbing up while being down And wonder: where’s the top? Try to move by holding back Is that how I’ll progress? Or have my actions been for naught But coping, and regress Questions, they have haunted me While reason hides each day Perhaps I chose a … More Reevaluate
There is no clearer smoke and mirror Than the haze of government It does not matter what’s your stature Practice pilgrimage or lent The world should not be dictated by those who wish you in a trance Nor should you beholden to a politician’s circumstance It is so clear Our Lords, austere Are nothing more … More Aftermath
We never really know what’s going on in others’ minds We make assumptions, think we see behind the blinds A person playing games with you might say that this is so But on the inside things are different, and only they will know This is why you’ll never really know a person, true You’ll only … More Those Who Cry Alone
A bomb drops on a sleeping town And though It may not make a sound The death It brings makes mince of things And turns what’s forward, straight around A mother cries, and hides her son She does Not know where she can run The sirens Blare, as do the guns This will become a … More This Sleeping Town
Before I get into this topic, I want to make absolutely certain that anyone reading this knows that I respect whatever they choose to believe. I’m not coming into this with the presumption that what I believe is 100% infallible truth, because it isn’t. A point which lends quite well to our introduction into this … More Religion: Has the Time Come to Begin Asking the Hard Questions?
It’s sad that we’re just waiting on Elected to be dead and gone When, instead, the world could be The thing today we want to see The choice is in our hands; it’s free It does not care for you, nor me It cares for what is right, and just Refining ashes from the dust … More To Live Life Free
How the World Should Work 