Struggling through the final laps of this human race, having been knocked down and silenced once too often…..

press (n) – the act of gathering in large numbers or of pushing forward; a large gathering, throng.

I don’t care what they say
So long as that I know that what I’m doing’s for me
No one else…

…Don’t even try
I know who you are
You are a stranger I may have called “daddy”

The eyes behind pardha,was it happy of it.

In the Gardens of Oppressed Plagues, the Lady Mais watches the ghosts of the fallen knights as they float across the calm waters.

Written as a feeble attempt to unify this lost tribe I call the Freak Nation…

Any small offense can be turned into a felony. by Simonne Liberty.

An oppressed victim’s view of injustice.

A bully father drags his frightened little family out for the day. They see something hilarious. He does not. Someone up there does not like Him.

Still our love sustains us.

This poem demonstrates internal sensation of a person when any terrible thing happen in environs.