On Humans and Humanity

  It’s funny how we humans need not possess humanity – kinda like having book smarts but no common sense – redressing the oppressed for succumbing to providence, as if skin color or sexuality spoke to ethics or morality.   Spirituality is beyond the realm of worldly bonds and ambitions, so let the theologians get …

For the Children

How do we fight when words are not enough and decency is not a universal imperative, just something to divide those who can get things done from those who are outdated, when the idea of God is dead to most, and the idea of being good for good’s sake is not a philosophy remembered? – …

The Twist

Innocence lost in a dubious tryst Bricks stacked high between lies in the midst Heartbreak shatters morality’s quest, as love left tattered abandons the nest Wide eyes narrow and vengeance spreads broad The act becomes real, and truth – the façade Prayers lace lips like a crackhead’s rod, perpetrating belief in any known God No …

Unwrapping

Walls fall away as identity stretches for breathing room, intent on no longer being consumed by the belly of compromise. Lies weren’t told, but truths were held close to the heart, well behind its tongue. Tensions sung their parts along tangible cracks, while graces stood their ground, holding stool pigeons back. A lifetime of lacking …

On Living and Dying Day 5 by Uncle Bill

The Truth I Live By From the diary of William John Smith (Uncle Bill) 1953-1992 Everything makes sense. This can be paraphrased many different ways, although many attempts are less accurate. One of Voltaire’s characters stated, “All is for the best, in the best of all possible worlds. This is unnecessarily optimistic. My phrasing doesn’t …

Unshielded

Undetectable, over the years it builds… an immunity to spirituality’s shield Freedom’s imposter wears the mask of my will Feigning impunity as the soul seals the deal Left in the wreckage are projection’s lies, a catatonic mind lost behind worldly eyes Everything known is everything inside; therein lies the root of everything despised More than …

Alone

by Faith Eirans   The recordings started at 3.30 AM, loud and shrill, reverberating down the backwater that separated the mainland and the peninsula with the thousand names of Lakshmi, she who bestows prosperity. The smell of freshly caught fish permeated the air as she woke up to relieve herself and wash her hair with …

A Recipe for Disaster

I’m kinda like a lemon meringue pie – a shot of bliss with no lasting high. For the crust, mix in an extra serving of ego, add a desire to serve but an aversion to people. Cook hard, and then crumble – add just a touch of humble – now for the layers the people …

The Gray In Between

by Nicole Allen aka Apoetic1.   The Gray In Between by Nicole Allen I’ve always existed in the gray space… between black and white, between the hard lines. It was about so much more than the color of my skin. This “red-boned” girl with untamable curls had thoughts and feelings and an essence of being that …

I’m Not that Blogger…

I’m not that blogger that’ll be your best friend that will answer every comment, loyal until the end. I’m not that blogger that will follow you back (neither on WordPress nor Twitter) I’m not solid like that. I won’t sell you my kindness or ask how you feel; I won’t be a companion, that’s not …