Admitting that you are a “Hot Mess” is the first step

There are a number of things that I aspire to stay away from. Some of those things being red meat, poultry, religion (conversationally), comment boards and the arguments that they spawn in the blogosphere. I was on my little used Twitter account at the height of the Michael Sam kissing hullabaloo a couple weeks agoContinue reading “Admitting that you are a “Hot Mess” is the first step”

The ties that bind – A birthday poem for my sister

When my opponents were arrayed against me. You stood as My sole proponent. Without you I can’t quantify or fathom the concept of me. Laughing, crying, confiding. Ingredients to the ties that bind. Which runs counter to infinitesimal and can never be loosened or pulled asunder. My sister.   Happy Birthday sis!

Falling down…

Running deeper than… Mere appearances, reflections. Your demeanor, presence, your aura is an eyesore. They have, fell, falling and are sliding further… I fear. That you need more than hands… To procure, secure and suture the wounds. You cry. But your muffled wails for attention, betray… The conflagration that is your lot. Your hauteur breedsContinue reading “Falling down…”

There is only… Us.

The inhumanity of man towards man. Is consistently vociferous, pernicious And subsequently malignant… Infecting the whole with The sordid roll of the dice. As it pits those who feign ignorance. Under the guise of sinister discernment To divide, conquer and intersperse… The contagion of myopic thought to the legions whose power lies, in numbers. ButContinue reading “There is only… Us.”