Prayer of the Mother - from a son, a brother, a father, a grandfather, a human being

 Our mothers

Thou who art of heaven

Hallowed is thy shame

Thy queendom won

Thy wishes done

On this earth and in heaven

Give us a day of your daily dread

And forgive us not our abuses

As you forgive yourselves for being abused

And lead us not into the darkness

But deliver us the evil ones

For thine is the wisdom

All power and all glory

Forever and eternal

But not all men

The Lone Stranger

 

To be lonely is not a feeling we crave

To walk among strangers that know not our name.

To have no future, to carry no past

Beyond tomorrow, to not know it’s our last.

To feel drained from within and raw from without.

To have no hope, to harbor no doubt.

The wolf at the door is howling in pain.

It knows no mercy, it knows no shame.

It loves with a passion that burns in the night

It lives in the darkness, it sees not the light

Depression will kill us less quick than a blade

As slowly but surely, our memories fade

The end of it all is less sad than to live

To learn to believe is to love what we give

What good are hope and faith

If what we believe is a lie?

If God is Love, then God help us

When it is our time to die

Alone

Alone in the darkness

I whispered your name

The one who betrayed me

And left me this pain

That pain is imagined

It isn’t my name

It isn’t my country

It isn’t my shame

And I am not alone

Kindness and the Uncomfortable Truth

Honesty without kindness is cruelty,

Strength without love is but a lie

Poor is the man with no emotions,

Some tears were made for you to cry.

“There are no tears in heaven”, Is the lie we tell ourselves. To live in that delusion, Is another kind of hell If what you seek is purpose, Then look inside yourself. There is a world within you, That world just needs your help

Once Upon a Dream

 

Half awake - half asleep, torn between the dragons and the deep
Racing moments, fleeting thoughts, shattered fragments of what never was

"Step into my web" said the spider to the fly
"No" said I, "I would fly but you would have me still!"
"Not at all" she replied, "I so declare I positively never will"

So I stepped on her web and got stuck as a fly, never soaring, never free nor again flying high

"Why?" said I, "you promised I would live!!"
"Alas" she said, "I am a spider and I can but offer you what all spiders give"

Her fangs pierced my arm as I pondered all this, her eyes full of sadness yet clouded with bliss
I awoke with a sigh - still alive, wide awake
While etched on my arms were the marks of a snake

The Long Road

The fire is out
The embers are cold
Night has fallen
The tales have been told
The wounds have been opened
The words have been said
The lies are delivered
The laughter is dead

Orange and Green

 Capitalism is Economic Cannibalism without Empathy

Cannibalism is the Strong Consuming the Weak

Oppression has many Forms and Faces

Heaven and Earth are the Inheritance of the Meek

Respect is Asking rather than Demanding

Dignity is Accepting the Response

Greenland isn’t Green

Greed Is