poem Archive
When asked what I want to be, A social worker is what I dream. To help the world with Word, Sometimes having to separate from the Herd. Social Justice is not a crime, But simply a state of mind.
We must speak up! We must assist those that need it. We must focus on humanity and justice. We must think outside ourselves and our own lives. We must put our education to good. We must promote the helping professions, …
It’s easy to confuse left and right. Turning one way brings you the other. An astronomer’s telescope is set on the moon. The moon doesn’t need a telescope. The words are all wrong. Betraying ourselves. Sleeping. ** Written By …
Justice, who does it serve? The weak, the poor, The innocent or the guilty? In the dark hours, The guilty are lost in thought. Should passion or prejudice be allowed? Will it protect or punish? Will justice elicit the truth …
The breathing clock A prototype The feeling of light on the skin The vessel vibrates Stillness moving Silence buzzing A thousand nights of Emptiness.
By Crystal Hill Guest Blogger Static trough the glass door. A waterfall in my living room. The night is dancing. The sweet lullaby of eternity.