He had a dream but
his murder was our nightmare.
It’s time to wake up.
Martin Luther King, Jr.
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He had a dream but
his murder was our nightmare.
It’s time to wake up.
Tag Archives: loss
Theatre of the mind
Never read the play
before you see it performed.
There’s too much drama.
Undone
Intention shines high
above like a star I see
and dream of reaching.
Online – the new paradigm
My fingers talk my
eyes listen my head makes it
up my heart hungers.
Big death, little death
Sleep gently takes you,
like the lethal injection
you cannot resist.
Christmas triage
Not enough time for
cookies, cards, decorating.
Which one do I skip?
Holiday spirit
Like catching snowflakes,
this melts quickly from the heat
of a stressful month.
See hear taste smell touch
If you had to pick,
what sense would you sacrifice?
Impossible choice.
Fifth sense
Could I love you if
we did not touch, if I did
not mark you as mine?
Unbroken
The house of my heart
is white, clean, pure. No windows,
doors. No visitors.
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