Poetry: Justice Seeks

justice seeks the higher reachdamage undone and ethics teachvoices amassed, silence begonewhen the blanket of truths becomes unknown concessions are given by the guilty and the privilegedin order to doom, withhold and to pillagefairness dwindles and abuse arrivesmoral decay and liberty declines religious fanaticism and moral corruptiongo hand and hand towards egalitarian obstructionprejudice tilts theContinue reading “Poetry: Justice Seeks”

Poetry: 2020

dappled grays and shades ablazepeppered petals of red overlayedwounded warriors fenced in blooddire days that glory in no-good collapse thine heart, ream thy brainshallow haunt, hate—a stainslay and sparing, I weap, I warnFrail and fraught and base inborn lack of means and weight of duethey come undone and forced anewheft that burden, thy dream tisContinue reading “Poetry: 2020”

Poetry: Alone

Have you ever really been alone?Have you ever really known?What it feels like to be?In total solitude, alone and free?Not having anyone but you?Not even a very few?A family that’s not to beHaving a close and comforting history Growing up I always knewI would only be happy less or equal twoEnjoying the silence more thanContinue reading “Poetry: Alone”

Poetry: A Quiet Retreat

A silent and peaceful strollAscending a soft and grassy knollTowards a large modern country homeStanding determinedly all alone A refreshingly cool summer breezeFeeling comfortable and so full of easeA garden filled with flowersA low setting sun in the deep afternoon hours Surrounded by large magnificent treesA hammock secluded from too many eyes that seesA freshContinue reading “Poetry: A Quiet Retreat”

Poetry: A Letter…Maybe

What has life given to me?A severe case of curiosityWhat must I do to fill this need?I must write and take pictures of every weedCan I sustain this creative flow?I know I must in order to growWhat if I continue to SUCK and never get better?Then I’ll go back to the beginning and start withContinue reading “Poetry: A Letter…Maybe”

Poetry: Fate

To each mine eyesThe sensation liesAs time draws nearLoathe to appear For want does theeAmongst the freeAnd fate does showFor which to know What may be shownFor fear aloneEach we braveThe love to crave For what is notIs but an afterthoughtAnd for want of fewOne must never undo. By Pamela MullinsCopyright © 2003 Pamela Mullins.Continue reading “Poetry: Fate”