A Few Lines of Poetry

I walk…

Swift and free

I walk 

cool at ease

I walk 

my feet only kiss the dark concrete

And I watch

I watch the faces 

That walk

In all area of space

And I’m mystified

And I close my eyes and the sun’s rays

Beam down on my

My eyes are closed so it’s a flood of red

And I’m alone at once

And although 

the busy sounds of the market place fill my ears

I am alone

Dumbest Man in America: Rush Limbaugh

What is this man's issue? It's as if he epitomizes everything wrong with the Republican party. Loud and stupid his ignorant words pound across radio stations as educated people watch in sheer horror and his fervent followers nod in cult-like devotion. This man is a raging lunatic. A danger to himself and all of society.

Recently Limabugh related how a publication asked how he would mark his hopes for the Obama administration in 400 words...This was his response.

"Okay, I'll send you a response, but I don't need 400 words, I need four. I hope he fails." -Limbaugh

So it seems he doesn't quite understand the meaning of the term "president", for those of you who need a quick refreshment it's the leader ofour country, the man that has been given the responsibilty of digging us out of this hole Republicans threw us in. Ringing any bells? So, Limbaugh, self proclaimed patriot, listen here...If Obama fails, this country fails, if this country fails you fail. So, are you sure you don't want to rethink that response? Umm-hmm, just what I thought--silence.

My President is Black

In a country where African Americans were shipped here in ships, forced into chains which bide them to foreign land and kept as property for a century to follow...In a country where these same people were subjected to legal oppression and brutality and racism...In this country where African Americans were not welcome, named property and killed for voicing their opinion, in THIS country we have elected a Black president. A man who's moral character and political vision are so outstanding that even the most fervent of his opposition had to tip their hats. One man, with the voice of a generation and the message of a people, has become the leader of the free world. The 44th president of the United States of America.

My President.

Feeling a little gloomy...

Our graves have been made for us
Bright
Is the fire
Pleading to us
Right,
And we run to it
We must, we must,
Death inevitable and strong
Weighs on our shoulders
My eyes weep blood of men
As our feet grow bolder
Running wild from ourselves
Leaping, crying as we fell
Over the edge--
I was right to be worried.