Infantile posts

Not to be judgmental, but I’ve been noticing a lot of juvenile posts in reference to Trump lately. Don’t get me wrong, I’m all for the well-times “F You,” but let’s get serious for a moment, is that all you really got? Aren’t we playing into his hand with these babyish responses when most mature…

Are you okay America?

No really, all joking aside… are you?      Things don’t seem to be going so well…   People are beginning to unite and stand up for rights, so that’s good. Did we forget about these two guys together too? What are we going to do?  

Inspirations

I was feeling weirdly, grandly low this morning, but then I saw a photograph that made me feel oh so much better.  It is strange how you never really know what’ll do it, what will pull you up out of that heap of crap thoughts and low esteem.  What you think should make you feel…

Tragedy (bbc article link)

I know we’re all reading about the London Fire, I just have to say it out loud, and write it, because it saddens and angers me. When I read this article about the disparity of living conditions and the lack of basic safety concerns, when I think about the lives that must be lost before…

Dream writing and astrology

Inspired by a fellow blogger who actually turns her dreams to poetry. I think my dream writing is turning out more story but I’m perfectly fine about that. BTW, it’s so hot down here in the A, gotta get up north soon and relish in the sixties , seventies lol.  Here comes my dreaming and…

disORGANisation: on Poetry and Congress

To do find locker put all the code identify lock find i should anylocker don’t be if you have sunny outside figure out if you have a locker i should run for put all the code congress identify identify identify identify e if you have sunny outside figure out if you have (if u watch…

Sign stuff.

  I. Can’t. Even. Climate. Change. So here’s this~  

All When Ephemeral… – Poem by Dr subhendu kar

light enlightens gallows of darkness truth is stark reality by flow idyll we do exist today by non-existence tomorrow iffy dream lays back to happen by desire breeze seems to grimace for a while sun is bright with brilliant light premised does it never suffers by black clouds? yes storm ruins the calmness of wind…

You’ll never be Obama

  You, Don Trump, will never be Obama.   Sometimes when I hear your words or see Sean and Paul and the others on the playground I want to run and hide.  I go by the merry-go-round, but I can still see you running about pushing random people to the ground.  Usually the slower ones….