WE ARE NAVIGATING BY THE STARS UNDER CLOUDY SKIES.
Vern Bender
A handful of dust was thrown in the wind.
Looking out of Granddad’s smoke-stained windows, I saw a snake slithering through the grass. It swallowed a frog as it exited the lawn.
Smog was cloaking the city’s lights until the light of dawn came creeping around to eradicate the night.
WE ARE NAVIGATING BY THE STARS UNDER CLOUDY SKIES.
Her contemptuous expression spoke volumes to the crowd. Then she assumed a perplexing smile, an attempt to thrust a fake peaceful smile upon you.
Don’t accept the dogma of other people’s thinking. Live life’s lessons, and you will win in the long run. Imagine your life, and then live that life. Existence is a moving form. You build your patterns and structure. The structure’s substance you articulate determines what you leave behind. Substances appear and disappear, only to appear again.
The tyranny of your secrets is bringing you down. The complexity of your existence is on display for all to see. Future hope for the duality of form and meaning is always beyond your grasp.
The war has come too quickly. War has come to the streets of the city. Thugs and gang bangers have taken control of our streets. They spray neighborhoods with their automatic weapons both day and night. Kids are killed asleep in their bedrooms. Collateral damage is everywhere. Old ladies lock and bolt themselves inside their homes. They are too afraid to venture outside. Bryon and Binkie are driving and directing the street chaos. Their goal is to take the middle class down and out. Climate change is their weapon of choice. They are investing in windmills and sunshine and spreading welfare around. A bankrupt America will be the result.
