Someone Else’s Air

Could never have imagined where this shaggy road would lead.

Where would our little self-centered world…be without the unique grief

…we unleash?

Lonely pines, so precious when well-adjusted.


nothing but mere specks in someone else’s air…when parted.


I dare-say,

we are all maiden voyagers…sight’s unseen.

Not a one of us asking for…what has been given…

in the dirtiest of snow-white dreams.


Iron On Universe

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I took my midnight special out, ran my leather-ed hand down her spine,


only the prophets can help me now.

My iron-on universe,

prodding a fitful sleep.

And, leaving me  feeling a little bit cursed.

With a well traveled handle in my hand…

a cursory breathe

and gentle wisps of air…from a cynical ceiling fan,

I make my big plan.

In deep rumination,

an ‘I’m only human’ thought-

‘…have I lost my barefoot way?’

Swollen to the ground like a brick of cement.

Could this just be, a bit of heaven sent.

Half pass the hour, I feel all the more sour.

But still, a collection of my voices say,

‘…this is no time to resist the unfamiliar.

To live is to hang dirty laundry among the ghettos of your mind.’

Indeed, hidden in the cracker jack treasure…

the trigger I did find.

So I pawned another hours sleep.

Opened the sweet smell of ancient script.

Found bullets of words with courageous curves.

Held hostage by ideals that shoot from the hip.

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Screaming, “Let me out?”

Should I dare to love?

The question ‘No’ to all the above?

What I see today is broken down from sorrow

What I see for tomorrow has all been a broken borrow.

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Insanity laughs under pressure we’re cracking
Can’t we give ourselves one more chance?
Why can’t we give love that one more chance?
Why can’t we give love, give love, give love, give love, give love, give love, give love, give love?..

‘Cause love’s such an old-fashioned word
And love dares you to care for
The people on the edge of the night
And love dares you to change our way of
Caring about ourselves
This is our last dance
This is our last dance
This is ourselves
Under pressure

The Right to Extreme Stupdity League: R.E.S.L


the wit and wisdom of life can be found under the bed and in the far corner of your unfinished basement!…

S.S.P. A.K.A-
Society of Stupid People

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American Brok N English

I will get thing done for america to make our people safer smarter and healthier.

Your Tax Dollars at Work?
Your Tax Dollars at Work?

I will bring americans togeher to strenthen our communities. Fased with apathy i will take action. Faced with conflict i will seek common ground. Faced with adversity i will persevere. I will carry this commitment with me this year and beyond. I am an Americorps member and i will get things done.
travels with Annie the Grace C., AmeriCorps refugee!