This piece is dedicated to us all...whatever or "whyever" your substance
"We the Sheeple", have truly lost our way, using humanity's advancements as personal entitlements, rather than to expand our efforts for the common good. History repeats as we again call for the distracting appeal to our vanity, binding our conscience with excuses amplified by someone else's lyrics.
This piece is dedicated to the struggle of those who feel they have no option but to work everyday in a toxic environment, doing the bidding of evil's minions, and collecting a wage. In no uncertain terms, this piece is my final purge. Do not ever lose faith in yourself and your God within.
These are dread times we're experiencing. This pandemic war we rage against each other.
Going through lockdown with our animals. Dog Sabbie, and Kitten Fetwab are inspiring. They're cruising through like..."looka ma! No hands!" So let's take example. Screw the pressures. Focus on feeding, belly rubs, and whatever you need to be happy. Ya just got to know what happy feels like.
This one is dedicated to Nenette, Rhona, Agnes, Justina, and their men, who continue to forge forward through their children's children. Thank you for your footsteps.
This poem speaks from the perspective of a person, finding the beauty in the soul and skin passed on to them through generations. My dad always said that it takes a humble and an open mind to accept and love oneself. I'm offering this poem as an inspiration.
A focus on the confusion we've created as humanity. Life's Matters highlights our arrogance, our need to possess, and our lack of faith in ourselves, to state that my, your, each life matters. Today we reap rewards of choices made and changes we gradually embrace.
This piece is a dedication to the endlessness of creation and existence. An acknowledgement of humanity's place within the universe
This piece is is based on the premise that in order to understand one's self, one's motivations, likes, fears...one must first acknowledge and own one's past. One's Ancestry can never be undone or denied. For me, this has been my strength, and so I share.
The quiet sounds of lovemaking, the warm scent of coconut oil candles and salty air, and spirits moving as one...