Communication


A failed attempt

To reach you with my mind

Caused my words to lash out

And you still couldn’t understand me

My hands being the last resort

Of communication

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My Mom& Me


There is not enough time

In the world

To wish i had loved you more

All the tears that have fallen

Were wasted before today 

As i watched you last night

Slowly pass away

I love you Mom

I will miss you terribly 

Dear God,make me A…


A bird so that I may gracefully exit
The hazards of man.
A stone so if I’m ever broken my pebbles may change
The face of the land
Or perhaps the wind God
Whose sound can drown out screams
Lay waste to cities and mountains
Yet at times bring people together
I’d like to be almost anything God
But Human.
Humans don’t seem to be inherently good
Our egos starve our compassion
Outwitted,out done,and out classed.
One reprehensible act met with moral outrage at best leads to greater ratings.
To say with certainty people can change. But not me because I’m right,not them,depending on the uniform I wear.
You see God,if I were a bird
People would morn me. They would spout poetry and sorrow for my passing
More so than each other due to the color of skin
If I were a stone there’d be no feeling to nurture me praise me or hurt me
I would last even to dust in spite of the world around me…
Maybe not God,that seems a bit too human.