The endless struggle of humanity continued. It didn’t matter how many had died in the past, it didn’t matter how many were dying, or were destined to die, they continued. Some did it for personal gain, some for a cause, though a few, and a growing majority did it because they knew nothing else, because they wanted nothing else. Some could easily place themselves within a category, most didn’t care. Orson, on the other hand, didn’t know for which he was destined, sometimes he thought that he didn’t care, but these small windows of self-enforced bliss never lasted, and he was always forced to tumble back down into a spiral of self-be-wonderment.

Poem about the escalating wave of crime in American cities… Gunshots.

Haiku. Poetry in haiku form all about life, death, and fame in California. Killer haikus about the hazards, pitfalls, and cursed lives looking for fame around every corner in California. The dangers and method used in Hollywood.

Another abuse poem but this one was too close to home I know both ladies and this one is all to real.

This is written in loving memory of
Teresa {Barringer} Stoffer
Died of gun shot wounds on 04-07-02
We Love You and will miss you "Terry "

And we always pray for the loved ones left behind who still have to deal with this on a day to day basis.

About a man shot down in his prime, for no good reason. And the impact on those he left behind. Eric Jamison….
May his memory live on forever, he will be missed by many. Because he was loved by all.
May he rest in peace.
Written on the 1st year anniversary of his death. April 16, 2009.