It’s A Mad, Mad World

She was once taught to discern the essence of a person by how they treat the people around them If they treat people with respect then they are respectful If they treat people with love then they’re  loving If they treat people with spite then they’re spiteful If they treat people with hate then they’re…

Spring

  Life is being refreshed New beginnings swirl in the pollen-infused air Some relationships are energized with the brighter days and warm temperatures While others are still in turmoil from the mayhem winter enacted. Photography by: Krystina Rogers

A Solitary Being

  She was strange don’t you see… In this Tinder age Swiping for a good time Setting up a profile to hook a good match She’d been foreign to it all A touch. A kiss. A heart longing for another. She was an alien to intimacy An onlooker to infatuation and passion Was she a weird…

A Library of People

I was taught to never judge a book by its cover Read the prologue Skim through the pages Peruse the first chapter And maybe the beginning of the third Pay attention to the title headings It may give you some insight. That’s probably why I view people as books Stacked in the library of life…

Sheep’s Clothing

    Be Cautious of  The person that uses God’s spiritual word  To spread their own Physical agenda     Photography by: Luke Palmer

Dwell Less

  Dwell less on a person’s size. Care little about someone’s hue Be more concerned with their qualities as a human. Dwell less on Tall…Short Skinny…Fat Black…White Poor….Rich Urban…Suburban  Vegan….Carnivore See the true essence of the person Compassion, generosity, kindness Things that the soul feels and the eyes can’t realize   Photography by: Tobias Zils

Mind Embargo

    A THINKING PERSON IN A WORLD BEING RIPPED FROM THE SEAMS BECAUSE OF TWISTED PERCEPTIONS     Photography by: Rob Bye

New Year’s Day

    New Year’s Day  Is a time to clean  The slate Hit refresh And  Start Anew So, don’t take 2017’s issues In to a year so new     photography by Chansereypich Seng

Broken

  In the sleeping hours, it is forgotten That nothingness swells in the waking hours Years of success being a gift that passed you up Progression being something that evaded their clutch Being happy is easy but faking it is a chore. Time is the enemy You can’t fast forward and get to the end…

A Longing for Progress

    Lying Awake Pondering upon fate Why did she always have to wait While others are bestowed all the things they yearn for Are her dreams of any importance Are her desires of any concern Will she always be pushed to the end of the line Or will her number be called in due…