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The song of me
published: Sunday | August 10, 2008

My song

floating in the wind

Soft and fragile is the voice that sings

Notes lifting then falling low

Rolling across the tongue

Bubbling forth from the throat of the world.

My song

Absorbing the currents of nature

Rocking to every tilt the earth takes

Dizzy with every spin

Telling the story of my world

Slow and soft it flies through time.

My song

Dotted with the pain of being me

Etched in the sorrow of love

Aching from the pit of my heart

Flowing from my very soul

No scale can lock the music in.

My song

It is the lonely song of me

Giving a voice to a mute heart

Echoing vibrations of pain

Expressing the true feelings of me

Dipping with sunset

Lifting with sunrise.

- Tricia Wint

A sick mind

What kind of mind kills, kills without thinking?

Without caring about who is in front of the gun,

Without blinking an eye, with no remorse.

What kind of mind shoots the mother in front of her child,

Hears the child crying and fires again,

Gases the house with everyone inside,

and then stands outside and shoots anyone who tries to come out,

What kind of mind sexually assaults a five-year-old girl, and then strangles her to death?

On his way home he robs a 60-year-old man, and pumps two shots into his body,

What kind of mind kills his family for financial gain,

Smiling with you, while inflicting pain,

Never thinking about life, always talking about death,

someone has to be killed, he is ready to step,

What type of body has a mind like this?

A tall, short, fat, slim, black, white or Chinese body?

It's not the body, it's the sick, dark, confused mind,

A mind that desperately, needs help.

- Richard A. Palmer.

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