Herein lies the recording of a life. A memorial to moments, sprinkled across eternity. Broadcast from a twinkle in god's eye. These symbols will never capture the beauty. Nor will they encapsulate the pain. But they will be written just the same. You may find yourself here, perhaps between the lines. I hear we are all the same, when traced across time.

6 years ago

January 29th, 2015 | Poem

6 years ago
at this time the emergency vehicles
are rushing to the hospital.  
the 9news chopper
is hovering over a crumpled police cruiser
in a few hours the terror will begin
a heart monitor…

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Dr. Martin Luther King

January 20th, 2015 | Poem

If you want the true definition
of patriotism in America
Look no further than Dr. King

Let us not stand around
marvelling at his imprint
I don't believe he would be pleased
with a plaster…

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