A House Divided

Just Writing!

Pick a divisive issue currently in the news. Write a two-part post in which you take on two personas and approach the topic from both sides. Bonus points for a creative format (roundtable discussion, debate transcript, etc.)


“Childhood sexual abuse is rampant around the world. We’ve all heard about human sex trafficking. We all know that children are involved. We also all should know that molesting a child is a felony in all 50 states here in America.

“What we don’t always know is that the results of being molested can change a person forever; being sexually abused as a child often results in the sexualization of a child who has no clear understanding of the power the offense had. I submit, therefore, that any child who has been sexually abused needs to be in some kind of therapy that will help dispel the terrible after-effects, and help that…

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To Fence or Not To

A barrier, a wall, a partition-
To lock me in – freedom pinned
A railing, a rampart, a protection –
To encompass me – captivity lived.

Oh why do you gather to confine
Why not to encircle?
Oh why the stockade?
Why not enclose?

If fences can filter
The bad from the good
If fences can filter
The false from the true

Then raise the fence
Raise it do
And hurdles no matter
Raise it do

If fences can separate
The chaff from the wheat
If fences can separate
The dirt from the clean

Then build a fence
Fortify it too
And obstacles no danger
Fortify it too.

But my freedom not be pinned
Captivity be lived
For fences ain’t my angst
Fences will me rest.







If I had to wake up today and find – there’s only me among the living! Now I am looking for reaction buttons to click what I’d feel.. Panic? Freedom? Boredom??? and the emotions.. tears? laughter? incoherent rant????

Something is missing.. definitely, I have not thought of the feelings of Love or Peace. It is only the externals that I have brooded upon. Now, it’s sinking in.. what? why? how? really? then a shake of the head.

I pity myself but then what can I do? Where is everyone? How and when and what really did conspire to allow this?
I feel happy but it doesn’t last. What do I do now? Where to? Would there be someone out there if I went looking?
I am sad now because there’s fear gnawing my insides. How did this really come to pass? Was I so blind? Did I see this coming?
I try to block my emotions, compose myself, there is something that I can do..I need to.. So I busy myself with the things at hand. I eat, drink, relax, (but my mind is wandering, busy as ever, thinking nineteen to a dozen) I pretend that somebody is around. I talk loud, I read, I write, I speak to God.. Oh yeah! He must be there, listening, looking but no response. I don’t feel any. There’s pandemonium in the pit of my stomach. The day is closing in on me..Oh it’s terrible, awful. I try to sleep, I sit back, I bunch myself up and rock back and forth. Am I sane? Is this a dream?

No! Reality looks at me grimly. Tears course down and flow and flow, then again silence. It’s not ominous but it’s claustrophobic. It suffocates me, pins me down. I wish it would.Then it would be over. No thinking!

Oh unbearable pain…nothing hurts like this, never did, have been through the physical pain the emotional agony. Oh this just doesn’t stop….It’s pain and pain and painful. Oh..

Where is the Companion? The one who will share, at least a little if not all of my pain? Where?..

Lest it come to this – Care for each other. Share with each other. Dwell with each other. I need a companion to live in the land of the living. God Knew! Do you?



Of Scars and Vice and The Not So Nice


Oh so oft and
Every so often,
Having trudged
And finally arrived –
Perchance you hear
Albeit say,
If it wasn’t for
The difficult times
You’d never know
The strength you have
Or the wisdom you share.
……..A sad irony
Yet, not true
Not true.

I was always brave,
I thought a bit too much
And with care,
Cared a tad too much
And so I bear
The scar of ignominy –
Scarred by the vice
Of the not so nice.
I’d be the same
Brave, wise, caring
I mean
Yet, Happier still
If it hadn’t been –
For the vice of the not so nice.


Helping People Evolve Into A More Humane Society

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Are These My Children?


Are these My Children
Are these the dreams
Are these the arms
………………the arms of ammunition
That hold thee?

Are these the cities
Are these the laws
Are these the ones
………………the arms of ammunition
That make thee?

Are these the people
Are these the rights
Are these the treaties
………………the arms of ammunition
That free thee?

These are My Children
These are the humans
These are the morals
………………the arms of ammunition
That silence ye.