At Standing Rock arose a city of protectors, rallying for a cause, thousands held strong; against the might of bankers and investors, that weren’t wanted, that didn’t belong. In a peaceful gathering for life, and for right, because you can’t use, you can’t abuse and take forever. The sheriffs and thugs confronted them with all their […]Read more "Standing At Standing Rock(Water Is Life)"
Mine eyes haven’t seen the glory, nor the lord, he’s been silent and absent amongst the discord. It’s been a bitter battleground, discontent is the sight and sound. […]Read more "Mine Eyes Haven’t Seen The Glory"
From East Africa are found the earliest footprints of man, for millennia, we roamed the plains and savannas, as members of a tribe or clan. We left behind the nomadic lifestyle, and built cities, states and countries, a palette of diverse ethnicities and diverse communities. Exploring, we expanded to every corner of the globe, building […]Read more "Footprints: Forward And Backward"
Originally posted on combing the catacombs:
Clever captions, mind distractions, lured by colorful attractions. Consumed consumers jubilant with laughter, tantalized by nonsensical humor. Money; money is what’s the matter. In the sweet here after, when you’re put out to pasture, for the final chapter. In the sweet bye and bye, the man in the sky.…
Look who showed up at my front door, I’m wondering what possibly for. You’re looking ragged and beat, being on your own, hasn’t been so sweet. It’s funny how life revolves, the hard times, pain and sacrifice it involves, that’s just mentioning a few. Stand on your own, and do what you have to do, […]Read more "A Not So Fond Farewell"
When it comes to cash, I’ve been short changed. Invested my money, and watched it crash, seems mighty strange; like it’s been arranged. I should have foresaw, the writing on the wall, Should have kept my money out of the banks, thanks, but no thanks. Give, but get nothing in return, should give everyone cause […]Read more "At The Altar Of The Bull"
I ventured on a walk, and grew weary as I found myself deep in a thicket. I remember the sun was sinking low, and the song of a singing cricket. I awoke in a forest maze, suddenly my eyes locked in a gaze, with an enchanter, in this dark wooded place. I couldn’t tell […]Read more "Dreams In A Thicket"