Words

Black and blue words
on a crumpled page
are rolled tight in a fist
and tossed aside.

Smothered phrases
unable to utter their meaning
sputter and gag as an agitated mind
quickly leaps from one unconnected passionate thought
to another.

Ink rolls smoothly
off the tip of a glib ball point pen,
sassy pink veneer self assured
and cocky.

But the streaky symbols
don’t stand a chance against lightening fast hands;
quick to judge and dispose impressions
before seeing becomes believing
and what is written
might be read as the truth.

Union

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(the photo is stock footage from the internet)

I have a blended family
we live in a blended world
all part of the same fabric
same cloth of life

any barriers or walls
denied access
segregation
delineation
separation

are artificial

truth bleeds through division
seeps into awareness
permeates everything
if eyes are open to perceive

We are One
a colorful tapestry
a world of ideas, knowledge, talent

commingled