A dot in the noise
Seen through the shadow of a cloud
I know where it goes
Memory paints the picture I want to see
It happens that every..
The melancholy of this life is that we do not live
long enough to bloom, or perhaps that we live far too
long and our petals become wilted. Bo..
We think we know the Ocean,
Angry, mean or calm.
But for the Ocean itself it knows,
What really, truly goes on.
BlackBelt By Jake Withers
When seeking advice yo..
We are taught from birth in our Society to see who we do not know as a stranger.
For our Safety. For our Security. For the Preservation of our li..
Who are you?
Looking straight at me the way you do
With your happy brown eyes of yours
And your smile, of course
The way you manage to c..
Quiet in the night
Life at momentary stop
Waiting for the sun
The share its awakening light
I will get up
And start my day
Look at me differently
Born a disability,
But that’s nothing new to me
Couldn’t clone this recipe
What does it mean to be a stranger? A person like me. A person that does not belong within her family, ignored and the hypocrisy disgusts you and me..
Nobody hears the music but me.
I bought this Trumpet you see.
Into the store I went so sure of my intent to give precedent,