There's something about the changing of seasons. The skin sheds from the serpent's back and the foxes change into their new coats. Some seasons feel cold and like the night lasts forever. The stars are covered by clouds and all we have is the pollution to breath in. Inhale. Exhale. The summers are hell and … Continue reading A Parable: As The Leaves Fall
I want to preface this post by saying that I am not publishing this to support or tear apart a particular political party. My entire reasoning for this post comes out of love and compassion to the earth, all of its inhabitants, and God. I want everyone to know that I love them, I value … Continue reading Climate Change
Point the fingers and the crowd comes running. I see the play but it's not funny. The mass creates its own demise. They create their own dark skies. People like to see elephants. The same people don't act to make a difference. I'm sick of digging graves to expose your skeletons. You won't clean out … Continue reading A Poem: People Only Care When I Point Out Elephants and Skeletons
As I've traveled through my own dilemmas of spirituality, I've changed a lot. I have navigated through deconstructing my Christian faith, picked up the ashes that I was left in, and reconstructed into something that I honestly wouldn't have seen two or three years ago. With everything that's changed in my life and in my … Continue reading What’s Next for Me?
I've been told that I'm offensive for telling the truth. I'm sorry that reality bothers you. I can't write one damn poem without it being sad, but I'm sure everyone is okay with that. People love how crude my honesty is until it exposes the darkness that they posses. I confess, most often you posses … Continue reading A Poem: Offense
This weapon of war is now a statue. It's a prophecy of something that we can hope for. Bombs drop, people scream, Satan laughs, and everyone is searching for meaning. As war begins, darkness spreads over the world. "It's for God!" No it's not. It's for your own fears and moral constructs. We've gotten rid … Continue reading A Poem: Statues
When I close my eyes and think of peace, I see you radiating it so kindly. Guns. Violence. Slander. Murder. When I think of peace, I think of empathy, and it's something that moves me. Parkland. Great Mills. Vegas. Orlando. When I think of peace, one moment becomes an eternity. Travon Martin. Stephon Clark. Eric … Continue reading A Poem: Peace
Social justice shouldn't be a political issue. Human rights shouldn't be a left or right wing issue. Seeking equality shouldn't be labeled as a progressive liberal idea. If this alarms you, it's prophetic words are doing it's job. The Social Gospel is a movement that began in the United States around 1870. The movement was the … Continue reading The Social Gospel