stupid poetry

it's your choice
everyday
consciously
or rather
inherently
to love
or receive
to deflect
or avoid
and happiness
or sorrow
too
is but for you
and your mind
i will be here
with pain of my own
not to solve
or dissolve
but
to listen
and share
and embrace
your beautiful release

thought on the bus

Until you find God in yourself--you will not find Him in that book or behind those doors. No man's words will penetrate nor comprehend for you His grace until you are capable of shutting off the noise to listen to the silence of His golden voice.

My People

so I wrote this literally in 1 minute as an assignment for my Youth & Theatre class:

My people bitch & complain
but
they watch over me
with loving hearts
and
words of strength
they define me
when i'm confused
and support me
when i'm sure

Random Musings

When the underprivileged do their civic duty and help others, others with less than them, it's called nothing and seen as part of a necessity to poverty. When the upper class do their civic duty it's called volunteerism or charity, and praised.

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The poor raise their children in an environment that motivates and supports the community--women-centered kinship--but this shared poverty is cyclical--allowing none the ability to accumulate personal wealth. What must occur, then, is the community must support a single person at a time, with the understanding they're turn comes next, the one supported will return with more resources for the shared community. Allow one to leave who will come back with a hand.

Untitled

you say you're happy
with me
but
her death
was your suicide

If I hate poetry
so
damn
much
why do I create it?

Love Crap

When I think of you
my past pain
vanishes
and all I see
is todays smile
emerge