your pounding has rounded me
at the door of the beyond
like a lonely echo
drifting past chaos into the incidentals
you grant me a stage
From her blog, “Shelved in Cyberspace”
your pounding has rounded me
at the door of the beyond
like a lonely echo
drifting past chaos into the incidentals
you grant me a stage
From her blog, “Shelved in Cyberspace”
Even in slavery, fathers were rarely sold. Children had a daddy in the quarters.
Buying and selling assets has replaced shovel and wrench expansion.
We are so much better than those we elect to sell us out.
Republicans reject every promise that doesn't involve blame.
Truth is large and transparent, easily translated into comparisons and analogies found from nature to physics, will include its own paradox and discovery.
Things false reflect a single position, stubbornly closed to curious inspection, argued in circles.
Prayers and souls ride the same train.
Workers create wealth and demand.
I think about Detroit. The houses are not longer fit for ghosts.
The GOP never praises what we truly lost; there is no mourning on their path of fear.
It is commonsense not to split your vote on an empty appeal that insults your intelligence and weakens your vote’s effectiveness and strength.
Herman Cain’s remarks are another attempt to marginalize blacks as incompetent and uncritical.

I feel the thunder in “I know this thought” and shiver at the thought of empty hearts in a chaotic world without reason yet I have hope because I feel the receptive–Thanks for sharing I “know this thought” with me. It awakened what I thought I had lost.