Bleeding Ink #1063

He was already against the next war 

He had his signs drying in the sun 

“No more war”

They said, in red and black 

No more war…

He walked out into the street 

The sun was hot 

Burning his hands 

He had his gas mask 

His sunglasses 

And his face wrapped 

The dust 

Covered everything

It hadn’t rained for months 

And there was no one left 

To read his sign 

He was already against the next war…

one war too late 

-regardingsamuel.com 

Bleeding Ink #1057

Maybe I’m a fool 

To surrender in your wake 

We all get what we deserve 

Does it matter anyway?

Do you remember how we got here?

This house where we loved 

Where we touched 

Where we discovered what we hate-

Now it’s just as empty as my thoughts-

-Your eyes when you look away

Echo coming 

Or is it morning rain?

How many days passed while I

stared into this screen

Internet to the palm 

Power in the pocket 

Do we surrender in the wake

Old ghosts 

walking 

Listen to what they say…

We’ve all been here 

We’ve all been here 

We’ve all been this empty before

Remember when we knew how much we could take? 

Give me enough to stand

Just 

Enough to wait

Maybe I’m a fool to surrender in your wake 

-regardingsamuel.com 

Operation ” paradise “

Who told us life had to go our way ? . Since when do we quit just because it’s uncomfortable . Should Christ have denied the cross? And what about our forefathers ? It’s discomfort, dreams , pain.These drive us to reach for more.Strive to better ourselves . Many would have us level the field – I say it will never work, History says the same. We don’t need a hand out.We don’t need our spirit stifled. Who will lead us if we are incapable of leading ourselves ? Life hits hard it’s true But I’ve seen what the heart of man moved by God can do. I’ve seen the struggle I’ve seen the pain – But I’ve felt the hope.We don’t need a world without accountability. We make decisions,Part of living Is learning to live with those decisions taking up responsibility And that makes us reach for more-More than what we are understanding that in order to preserve a brighter future for tomorrow we must start today .

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District 11

He sits in the corner at the back of the bus

Dreading the cold rain outside

a tv in the corner flashes static

some Political add

isn’t strange everyone wants your vote

everyone says you’re important

but no one cares to get to know you

he’s worked for the District  most of his life

occupying a small apartment

he’s been more or less a shadow used to track down those who leave ….

but who can blame them

he’s getting tired

he’s feeling – feeling

old

Tonight they’ll cut the power ….for 42 minutes…raid a few buildings

ship off the ones that don’t belong…

those that have fled from less desirable  – harsher – districts

funny how no one seems to miss them when the lights come up

good at what he does

he takes pride in it

if he gets you

it’s as if you were never born

swiped from the system

But tonight here on this mold eaten drafty bus

head resting against the window

he watches the rain beat down this depressing city

he feels old, and very alone

the bus lurches ,  a shift in the gravity

this is his stop

all  the lights go down  as he steps off

pulling  his collar  up against the driving rain

he begins what he does best…..

I have no title for this

I worked on a very wealthy man’s property the other day,  an engineer of some-kind.. I always find myself thinking the same questions when I meet people..or work on their land..questions like : who lives here? How are they doing ? I mean sure they have this million dollar house..but is it a – Home?

I see all of the  land –  they  may be at the top of the business market out here on the street. but what’s their  life-like after they  walk inside that door? Are they happy with the things  they’ve done? are they satisfied? are they still dreaming? what would they do different?  sure he has a library the size of my home..but does he use it?

Now I have  no issue with wealth or making wealth..I personally enjoy making money. unfortunately, I also enjoy spending money.  But my point is ..it’s people people’s lives that matter

Is it possible that we spend so much time picking others apart climbing over them chasing a dream …that we miss the fact that they are indeed human – just like us –  somewhere Mr Jones has a home and a wife..he has stress just like you..his markets are down..just like yours..is he able to pay for his home? is he doing ok? do we know?  do we really?

Do we really know?

Why can ‘t we just get to know people, What’s so hard about shaking someones hand and talking with them . what’s so hard about going the extra mile to show that you care..you’re  no one in particular..but you’re someone who cares. Most people give ( if they are like me and I pray you are not ) a pat answer ..Oh Im fine , I’m alright , doing well , man .  but if you look again ..and ask again..  They give up , you’ve already gone further than most. Now that is no formula and everybody is different. My point is  – make sure those around you know you care and  what they mean to you. Think about it. We spend half our time convincing people we’re ok  almost as if one day we’re gonna convince ourselves the same. We can’t it’s not going to happen .

We don’t know what’s going on in people’s lives..but we can love people , We can simply be there. We can learn from each-other and of each-other. We can let those impacting our lives know what they mean to us..before it’s too late. No one is perfect..and that’s ok

we all need love ..we don’t need another sermon ..we need  to be touched by a hand that cares. we don’t need someone quoting scripture..we need to see someone else that has walked on the dark side of the moon . we are not fooling God  and we are not fooling anyone else either. only ourselves.  Give me someone who will walk through this mess with me, give me someone who will help me see myself inside of that stranger in the mirror. And when you do..Help me to be the kind of friend a friend would like to have.  That’s what this is about. and that’s what I fear we’ve been missing.

But that’s just me.