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.
Standing alone, I wonder why. No one is there to hear when I laugh, breathe, or sigh. What have I done? Have I been cast aside? Is this my Ego's fault, heavy laden with ugly pride? I have a choice of self pity or self-reflect. A challenge to my psyche, knowing not what to expect. … Continue reading Standing Alone, A poem By Raymond Roy. #Poetry
Raspberries As a kid working in the raspberry fields, in Lynden, WA, it was always about how many pounds did you pick? 15 cents a lb. toward school clothes and money for getting into the HS football games. I think the most I ever picked in one day was 200lbs or around 30$, I was … Continue reading Raspberries
Come As You Are by Raymond Roy Unlocking the gate. It swings open. Listening over my shoulder. Listening for someone. Anyone. To stop me from locking the gate behind me. Is that you Jesus? Maybe I should leave it unlocked, just in case. Not so fast..A wiseman once told me, ”Expectation destroys gratitude.” He also … Continue reading Come As You Are 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
“Residential” Farm By Raymond Roy As the priest drove away, painted smiles on my new guardians, transformed into distorted scowls akin to grotesque masks in a Twilight zone episode. The Mister, seethed,“Well Mrs., looks like we have that summer labor we’ve been prayin fer.” Mister was a scrawny crotchety person. Shoulders bare, void faded blue … Continue reading Residential Farm by Raymond Roy #sundayphotofiction
Black and White By Raymond Roy Tun Tavern 1775 Espirit de Corps they call it , a willingness to die. Not a jury’s verdict, but boot camp on P.I. Devil dogs before them, earned title that they seek, Transformation from fatherless, phony tough, crazy and meek. Stand on yellow footprints , wee hours of the … Continue reading “Black and White” by Raymond Roy #flashfiction
The Message By Raymond Roy If I could talk what would I say, to the Lummi, the Shuswap, and Ojibwe I would share my sorrow of broken *Magic Pots, of runs of Salmon, no longer caught. Empty plains are where the Bison would run, Wiped from Mother Earth, like a setting sun. Dignity destroyed by … Continue reading The Message By Raymond Roy #writephoto
Indeed I Do By Raymond Roy A deed that is done is more than simply an action,For once completed, no retraction. In the deeds I do, I cannot regret. No future worry, no time to fret. For it is one life I am given, I pray I do not waste, aspirations toward deeds, that feed … Continue reading Indeed I Do by Raymond Roy