So little do we value words That lift and breathe and fly. Some still use words that no one should. But, regardless, I will try.
We used to be a beacon, A light aloft and shining. I believed us an example Of what could someday be.
I cannot read a persons mind. I cannot know a persons soul. I cannot divine the truth. But I can listen.
Will we brook no abuse or mistreatment, find our voice and speak out where we should? Will we stand up and stick up for each other, and become our own change for the good?
Eyes only on the bottom-line we seek to build, but not refine for profit’s sake, we play with lives with silicon brains, traces, and wires we’ve lost the art of doing well for dollars do we deal with hell tomorrows children will forever pay for the choices that we make today © L. Rose (2/27/17)... Continue Reading →
Scritch, scratch by faint candle light, deep and long into the night - a man sits down and begins to write - a new country is born. Scratch, splotch, by dim light's glow, the words, ideas, and the fanfare grows. On a page are scrawled a nations notes and an anthem's scored. Scritch, drip, by... Continue Reading →
Looking for a sunny day amidst the drops of rain. I know the sun shines brightly above the clouds of gray. So let it burn and break through, and woosh the clouds away, if only for a moment; give me just one day. It's not the rain I mind at all; it's the volume and... Continue Reading →