Harmony.... If there is power in kindness, harmony is the fuel that feeds it. ..... Accept the fact that others(even those you despise) have the same right to the pursuit of happiness as you.
..victims can be so beaten down that sadly this abuse provides a sense of security. Knowing that they (the chains) are if nothing else, always there.
Why are you looking at me like that? Did I do something wrong? My senses suddenly become sharper,, ears feel hot, "tick...tock"..I hear a clock ticking nearby Tick tock, tick tock Survival mode, pupils dilate Tick Tock... Why is the door locked? Tick tock... I feel I should run but my feet weigh heavy like … Continue reading Frozen in Time by Raymond Roy
The sign means STOP, to all refugees, it has been years since we have seen any trees. Rifle and young child upon my shoulder, radiant heat off a Turkish boulder. Granite boulder on our neighbors land, we seek escape, from a tyrants hand. Unwelcomed people, we accept a fate, choosing to live, versus war and … Continue reading The Long Path By Raymond Roy #poetry
I will rise.... Distant sunrise, cool morning breeze, above the clouds, I rise with ease. Like Ironman flying, I rise above, Seeing those that have passed, my heart fills with love. Gone is the weight of daily drama, Which one is better, Bush, Reagan or Obama? I will rise, here souls have no gender, doctrine … Continue reading “I Will Rise” by Raymond Roy #poetry #iwillrise
"You Must Like Butter" By Raymond Roy #writephotoThe bright yellow flowers were reminiscent of when as a child, we would hold a dandelion under each other’s chin. If your chin reflected yellow, it meant you liked butter. The fringes on the brand new fat rubber tires created a whirring sound as the whipped against the … Continue reading “You Must Like Butter” By Raymond Roy #writephoto #domesticabuse
The Grappler By Raymond RoyWrestling practice, bus garage, Only heat is from your breath and sweat. Adversaries.... ain't seen nothing yet. Represented every weight, corn-fed Unlimited, slender 101, and middle, 168. Up at 530 to run the bleachers, our Coach was Ross aka one of the Algebra teachers. No Friday night lights, no roaring crowds, … Continue reading “The Grappler” By Raymond Roy #poem
And here young ladies, we have a life-sized skeletal model of the extinct Tyrannosaurus Rex from the Cretaceous Period almost 70 million years ago. Following along the railing, our next exhibit of extinct species is a full sized scale model of the male of our species. The smaller of two is what was referred to … Continue reading “Free Delivery” by Raymond Roy #flashfiction #FFFAW
I cannot hold you in my hand, and the foundation of your lies are built on sand. If I extend an open hand, a clenched fist is likely what you've planned. If I give you residence in my mind ,you would have me be unkind If I bring you to where love exists, you reassure … Continue reading “The Ego” by Raymond Roy
For those familiar with the parable of The Prodigal Son The younger of two sons asks for his inheritance, he gets it, he blows it, Desolate, he returns, begging for a servents position in his fathers house. Father welcomes him, kills the fatted calf in celebration of his return. Elder son bitter at the younger, is … Continue reading The Prodigal Son(an epilogue)