Posts tagged ‘responsibility’

Racism – A Learned Skill

Racism – A Learned Skill

There is no doubt in my mind that racism still exists. However one needs to be careful calling someone else a racist. Ask yourself whether it is racism or ignorance? There is a difference. When someone says those blasted Muslims, or all those black people, those whites, those anything of the sort, then they are racist. Regardless of color, race, gender, sexual orientation, or any other “qualifying” status that …….

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Branded

This is for the guys who slip off their ring as they walk into the bar. Karma, what can I say? A women’s scorn will one day come back to bite you when and where you least expect it! So she said as the package was opened with the photos of you sleeping and,

your ring falls out!

Well I feel like such a fool, thinking the whole time you’re so cool

While you were using me, you had a family

And I admit you’ve played me well, and it worked until I felt

You had a wedding band, carved in your cheating hand

Branded,

Don’t pull me into your life; I’m not competing with your wife

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I Had a Dream

I had a dream this weekend of a revival, a neighborhood revival. It was awesome. One of the children said some nasty things to an adult from the neighborhood and, as a neighborhood, we took action. We sat this child down and talked with her. Then we prayed with her. What started off as parents coming together to right a wrong turned into a prayer session in front of our home. Soon other neighbors came and joined in prayer. We prayed that God would come into this child’s heart and show them that although the color of skin was different, our hearts were all red. That they all beat ….. Click Photo to Continue Reading

Ashes to Ashes

Ashes to Ashes

The fight came from nowhere.  Words were said that should not have been.  Feelings tossed out like the trash.  Raw nerves grinded like coffee until there is no feeling.  Bruised, bleeding, alone, and crying in the corner.  Never again are the words that are there, but not out loud.  Self-healing bones and long sleeve shirts hide the damage.  At some point something snaps and clarity sets in.  There is an end to the madness,

Yes, there is an end.

It is not so easy to see

Which of the limbs have been broken

Or to know when the roots became visible to all

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Hope and Change

Hope and Change

One day you are on top of the world.  Your family was happy, healthy, and living the middle class dream.  Then things that you have no control over turn your world upside down.  You had a little in 401k, a few little investments, and had just bought my dream house.  America seemed to die a little that year and now four years later we are in the ICU on life support.

I miss my America

To sleep under a starry sky

It used to be a dream

Now it’s a nightmare with no end

To listen to the sounds of the night

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The Keys to My Heart

The Keys to my Heart

The cheating and lying can only be masked for so long before the nerves are exposed and blood starts to pour. Vengence is brutal at the hands of a scorned woman. It is even worse when there are two.

All my friends said you were special

When you came strolling through the doors

Jeans and t-shirt clinging to you

Leaving me wishing I saw more

 

Your love has pulled me round in circles

Seems there’s no ending to the pain

Our first time it seemed so special

Until you called out her name

 

You’ve lost the keys to my heart

You left them lying in her bed

You’ve had me crying from the start

And I’m the fool that played the part

You’ve lost the keys to my heart

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Bricks

Bricks

Bricks

While visiting Savannah we saw the bricks. SCAD (Savannah College of Art and Design) is saving them and rebuilding areas built with blood. Buildings that were made with the bricks made by slaves are now being preserved for future generations to see and remember. A lasting reminder that life is not fair and that bad things happen. But even more, these bricks serve as a reminder that we should never let this kind of atrocity happen again.

Thankfully, a time not forgotten

Imagine their hands

Covered in mud

Throwing the mix into molds

A mixture of

Mud

Hay

Blood

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Fall

Fall

Fall

When your surroundings bring to life the past you get a chill.  Sometimes you cry.  Sometimes you laugh.  However the feelings are real and the reasons for the feelings couldn’t come at a worse time.

The heart remembers 

The leaves fall around me and I cry

Their sharp edges cut my skin

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Remember Me

I Love Him

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