Lucky

    Under the guard rail the three-legged rabbit hopped, turning aside to keep a straight path, his nose twitching uncontrollably. His furry legs and bushy tail camouflaged him in the patches of grass and gravel along the interstate. The cars covered him in a fine dust, and the semis scared the shit out of him. His mouth was slightly agape, and his large child like eyes, under brows like fluff balls, stared straight ahead. He hopped onto the interstate, quickly becoming a red smear on the asphalt. A Ford F150 had gotten a hold of our furry hero, squishing him without care. For this rabbit had been unlucky.

box

So there is this box.
Like a real one, not the kind that you think outside of.
And in this box there is a man: A very poor, rugged, dirty man.
And in this man there is a soul – A very dank and melancholy soul.
And in the darkness there is light – Bright, searing light.
And in this light there is color – Brilliant, beautiful color.
And in the beauty there is nature – Living, breathing nature.
And in the breath there is life – hopeful, fantastic life.
And in the hope there are children – Playful, young children.
And in the youth there is ignorance.
Yet in the ignorance there is understanding.
And in that understanding there are viewpoints.
And in the view points there is a difference.
And in the difference there is disagreement.
And in the disagreement there is a wall.
Walls form squares.
Squares form boxes.
Do boxes form man?

Control

Ever get that cold feeling the crawls into your gut rotting away atyour bones, slowly eating your soul? the feeling of a dawn that nevercomes and all your left with is sand and shadows after the fires burnedout. I'm sick and I'm tired and I'm angry and I have no idea why.'Every thing is going okay', is only said when things are fucked up.But nothing ever is OK. Nothing ever is right or just. There is nopeace and no rest. No redemption and no salvation. It dose not matterif I take my next breath, I thought I had nothing to
live for.

 I know that I am not better and I know that the anger still
lingers.

 It is learning to control the anger and the pain and the sheer
rage and bend it to my will.

Just remember that  pain is nothing
compared to those who will suffer by the loss or your life. Make your
own choice, but let it be your own. And remember, reincarnation teaches
that those who take their own lives must repeat them because they have
not learned this life's lesson.We can not be responsible for the
actions of others, but we must live with the outcome of their
decisions. No matter how much it hurts and we want to yell and scream
and fight. People are left to their own will. That is what makes us
human.

Smile

Smile stubborn.
smile with instict, then lick your wounds in the darkest of dark corners. Trace the scars back to your own fingers and remember.

We are working people.
Work.
Struggle.
Even laugh about it some times.
none of us are winners.
we're survivors.