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
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 matters not, if you agree Or if, instead, you disagree How I view you, and you view me Matters, incidentally We will not change the minds of men Nor woman, child, or their kin Unless we try to get along Where right is right, and wrong is wrong Division is no way to build … More Simplicity
Hello pretty Pip! I think its time I wrote a pweem So although my friends all know ‘twas coming This won’t be as it seems Never mind, okay I lied That’s exactly what this is It’s just a pweem, with glamour, gleam Were she a drink, she’s fizz Welcome to the world, my girl … More Hello, Pip!
Squares in squares, circles sit, triangles are full of it They all know just what they are; defined, described, a shooting star They all have a place to be A place that holds them, place that keeps Keeps the hardened world outside The high, the low, the any tide Normalcy is what they’re fed Waking … More Fitting In
Some may not like this Though it’s true So blame, don’t cast on me It is something Needed saying Please listen, carefully Many things of late Are awful This, we all agree Yet we must realize That these things Are isolated, see All throughout the world There’s lived The prejudiced, sadly Though that does not … More America the Beautiful
I’d like to take a moment to discuss the concept of “haters”. Because I believe I have figured something out that makes a lot more sense to me now than it did years ago when I just got started into writing stuff. Human beings are animals. I think we can all come to terms with … More Haters, Explained
Cast in iron, set in stone, my thoughts are never left alone. They sail with me and set me free, living in my every bone. My Ship, it sails, its Mast prevails, catching headwinds, telling tales. But then my Sub sinks down below, and dives through waters, lesser known. Deep currents are so strong and … More My Sub: USS Conscience
How the World Should Work 