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Don't Read This Poem
the marshmallows are no more they have transformed into potholes that sprain my ankle with each wet and muddy, resentful step. The moon has lost its empowerment and made out a deal with mockery. feeling betrayed, tears drool down my cheek, warping my skin like drenching paperback pages. Leaves that will never again turn and mold comfortably. You’re wrong baby, I am every number...
A university professor set an examination question in which he asked what is the...– Richard Pratt, Pacific Computer Weekly, 20 July 1990
Education … has produced a vast population able to read but unable to...– G. M. Trevelyan
If there was ever any doubt about Mr. Obama’s citizenship, which there was not,...– The New York Times editorial, “A Certificate of Embarassment.”
Obama's Birth Certificate
Politics is about policies. Birth Certificates are irrelevant to policy making. Let’s focus on real issues here…like those within our foreign policies.
What This Girl Wants
The other night I had a dream where nothing was as good as it seems The only problem was i was stuck when I forgot to wake up. It’s like I’m trapped inside myself wondering about everyone else like where their intentions lie and whom they’d rather cross than walk by. The feeling of being used grows so strong when you dwell on the deep words in a song or when you think of the...
Rode the Cold: A Reconciliation with Robert Frost
I rode the cold that night, With the frost biting my nose, Pulling at my hair, and numbing my toes. I faced the cold that night. It thieved the color of the leaves, And bitterly ate away the trees. I harnessed the cold that night, Wrapping my reign upon its neck, Whipping and pleading for May to come back. I captured the cold that night. It turned the cage to sleet and ice, and mocked...
Wise men talk because they have something to say; fools, because they have to...– Plato