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Category Archives: rain
Refuge
Seeking refuge from the storm the air’s on fire chaos the norm black and blue and shades of grey my soul is tired but I’m okay thank you for this milk and bread bless you now my child is fed … Continue reading
Posted in empathy, Europe, fire, history, human rights, humanity, hunger, poem, Poetry, rain, refugees, refugees welcome, solidarity, terrorism, Uncategorized, war, writing
Tagged collateral damage, empathy, Europe, family, fire, human rights, humanity, love, poem, poetry, rain, refugees, refugees welcome, solidarity, storms, violence, war, writing
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Pitter-Patter
the rain washes away my thoughts and it wipes away my pain staring out this window I’m so thankful this storm came the drought has ended now and the gardens drink it up but I get anxious to get … Continue reading
coffee, chocolate & ice cream
coffee, chocolate & ice cream replaced cocaine, liquor and nicotine I won’t pass that way again I don’t need those kinds of friends now I’ve got 3 dogs that I walk each day they’re my goddesses, it’s how I … Continue reading
Posted in alcohol, blues, capitalism, chocolate, church, coffee, collateral damage, death, democracy, depression, dogs, dreams, empire, farm, farming, farms, god, happiness, hawaii, healing, hope, human rights, humanity, life, love, nature, poem, Poetry, rain, religion, stars, suicide, taxes, tears, time, truth, Uncategorized, violence, war, war tax resistance, writing
Tagged America, american dream, Beer, coffee, collateral damage, death, democracy, dogs, dreams, empire, farming, happiness, hawaii, iraq, life, love, music, Peace, poem, poetry, suicide, violence, war, war tax resistance, whiskey, writing
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pain
Falling through hell branches breaking burning wells boiling bodies souls to sell baking in the heat laying in defeat half dead in the street forever on repeat begin to go insane drink up this acid rain to wash away the … Continue reading
Andalucian Red Wine: part I
I took the midday train to Spain and found old women singing and dancing in the middle of the cobblestone street tapping their canes to the beat while kids splashed in fountains to spite the heat. But then the rains … Continue reading
Rainy Day
By the time that I finally climbed out of my polluted mind it was October. and I crawled out of my cave pulled one foot back out of the grave and pulled on a pair of pants found a shirt … Continue reading
Posted in addiction, alcohol, america, american dream, anxiety, coffee, collateral damage, death, depression, fall, farming, Football, Iraq, peace, poem, Poetry, police, police state, propaganda, rain, suicide, war
Tagged addiction, alcohol, America, american dream, anxiety, broken heart, coffee, collateral damage, death, depression, fall, farms, football, iraq, Peace, poem, poetry, police, police state, Propaganda, rain, suicide, war
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The End
I followed the rainbow to the end and found a ninety-four year old Irish grandmother living from social security check to social security check no pot of gold in sight. She told me about her late husband and how they … Continue reading
Poison
Get it out these thoughts poison, this pen the antidote… induce vomit cleanse me of these toxic memories which are destroying my peace of mind, let me be present here now so, I scribble down these notes stopping to chicken … Continue reading
Still Raining
Still, it’s been weeks now and still it rains, everyday. At least it’s not snowing, and we do need the rain but Jesus H. Christ… we also need to have at least a little bit of sun for a rainbow. … Continue reading
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