Protests seem to really have slowed… Line 3 is continuing to go… Black Lives Matter in Minneapolis seems to be waiting for the next response… the media doesn’t cover it, but independent journalists and the frontline workers continue to stream it.
i’ve got work too do… writing more… submitting? this year, finally? I just need to know how to love; that’s what I discovered reading a book by bell hooks…
welding the drain plug in my oil leak… I hate the oil I leave… the harm, the hate… drama in the garden of the protest environment because I center myself and people get more upset I think I need the art to continue on and to continue to stand…
poems for consideration…
For past Lovers with love and Hope moving forward on my chosen path less traveled
I’m tired of my fears
I want justice
which I turned into without you
why can’t a greedy abusive substance user narcissistic emotional terrorist with complex ptsd and a broken family that lives loveless day-to-day turn this all around…
awe, i see…
it is me. my fear. my broken dreams. this new chapter of reality.
am I that broken? seems so.
tried jumping in my head
guess despondent at 35 feels all but almost dead
more like ignorant and shortsited
Am I in this for the longhaul?
no more health toll
I have more to go…
Learn and surround yourself in loving community
if you are loveless like me
if you are this system’s that guy…
there will be a guide one day at your fingertips
embrace it. we are loveless
that is our diagnosis…