Again

Again

Shots fired

Tears flowing

Shock and Anger

Guns in the wrong hands

Song Lyrics – “No, I Will Not Give My Sons”

A friend in Germany sent me the link to a song, and I would like to share it with all my blogging friends. The lyrics are in German, sung by many famous European artists who all decided to not ask for any kind of pay or reimbursement to be able to participate in this powerful arrangement.

Violence – How does it start?

It probably started
in a whisper, a murmur,
a low tone hardly caught by the papers,
a sticker, a poster,
a brick wall with slogans in fresh black paint

Self-conscious Cage

How dare we let a glossy page
trap us in a self-conscious cage?

It’s criminal.
It’s cruel.
It sets us up for our fall.

The Unknown Citizen

He was found by the Bureau of Statistics to be
One against whom there was no official complaint,
And all the reports on his conduct agree
That, in the modern sense of an old-fashioned word, he was a saint,
For in everything he did he served the Greater Community.

Controllusion

Your Beliefs
Your attitude
Your thoughts
Your perspective
How honest you are

We Have Everything We Need

We have each become a small world,
spinning from one collision to another.
We scrub cities off our skins
and watch its roads leave tracks in the bath.

I’ll Never Forget A Dog Named Beau

He never came to me when I would call
Unless I had a tennis ball,
Or he felt like it,
But mostly he didn’t come at all.

Octopus Blues

There,
at the bottom of being,
where the water that makes
this planet a world
   is the color of spacetime

the octopus —

Who am I?

Layers like an onion?

I have noticed some new names and faces on my blog, and I am flattered. The connection and communication with follow boggers are wonderful. I do wonder did you connect with me after you had just read one of my silly sarcastic posts, or did you decide to read my future rants and vents after I just had blown off some steam -again?