He hides behind a pretty face, gorgeous words, breathtaking lands. His ruthless army made of one fights against a human army of billions, but he’s a coward. His weaponry made of ash. He himself has no real power unless our tug-a-war pull is too weak or we simply let go. He’s drawn to the color red – a sincere heart, the synaptic cells of a conscientious brain, the blunt tongue of an honest man. He’s like Dracula isn’t afraid to take a bite. He goes straight for the jugular where he thinks he can compete with the very thing nearest to it. He’s a rebel. His origin traces back to the first man’s and that of other angels but he disgraces his ancestry. His nose stuck up. His head too big. He pounds the earth with his big feet. His head in the clouds. His roar too loud. For some he’s a chronic disease, for others he’s a common cold, and for many a nagging headache. His favorite hang out spots – anywhere…a place of worship, a dear family’s home, a local school, a ship of friends…you name it, he’s there to infest it. He just hates to be silent, just loves to talk, the mischievous life of any party. He cleverly invented the word BACK – backbiting, backstabbing, backlashing, back talk. His preferred target – a person of morals. His best ally – a person of evil. He breaths down your throat and mine. He’s relentless. He’s like an Olympic swimmer, the only time he takes a breath is when he turns away from you to turn his head towards someone else but instead of his breath giving you life it gives your soul death. His insides filthy. Inhale and you’ll need resuscitation – Mount Everest’s freshest air to recover. He’s like the murkiest of swamps in the Nile but don’t take a sip. Its parasite you may have…

No One Is a Stranger   By Grace McDonald   There is an expression that describes some people as “never having met a stranger”. Do you know someone like that? Does that describe you? Quite simply, it describes a person who has a consistent, unguarded, open and love based interaction with whomever they meet. They see each individual as a fellow human being without preconceived notions, prejudices, judgments or cataloging. They see a heart that has loved and been loved. Or perhaps not yet, but one nonetheless worthy of love. For we are all worthy of love. Unconditional love. We were born into a family but are blessed to meet new people who also become family if even for a few minutes. No encounter with another is random. Each encounter is an opportunity to see and honor the Divine in each of us.   We all came into this world exactly the same way. We will all leave this world the exact same way – when our heart stops beating. Every human being has a heart. Physiologically it has a biological function to circulate blood and oxygen. Spiritually it has a function to love unconditionally. But we are taught by family, culture, society, religion, politics, etc. to put conditions on that love so that it is not given freely to every other beating heart as it is intended. Every human being seeks connection, acceptance and love. Someone that sees them and is open to all of them. Someone who does not discount them but instead recognizes their humanity. We are no different from another. We all breathe, bleed, eat, sleep. And we all need to love every one. When you do, no one is a stranger.               One heart. Open it. Two hands. Use them.                      

SOON, THEY’LL OPEN THE DOOR; THE STEEL GATES WILL SLIDE. CONFINEMENT WILL BE NO MORE; FREEDOM, ONLY A STEP OUTSIDE.   SIX MONTHS BEING LOCKED AWAY; ONE WEEK FOLLOWS THE OTHER. SAME OLD ROUTINE EVERY DAY; ONE HOUR PASSES AFTER ANOTHER.   BEING SEPARATED FROM MY BILLY; OUR LIFE TORN IN TWO. NO CHOICE DID WE SEE; RIPPED US, THROUGH AND THROUGH.   NOW THE TIME IS NEAR; ONLY A COUPLE MONTHS TO GO. OUR REUNION FAR FROM HERE; FREEDOM, WE’LL SOON AGAIN KNOW.   OUR LOVE HAS NEVER FADED; WE STOOD THE TEST OF TIME. NOT ONCE WAS IT JADED; HEARTS WERE ALWAYS IN CHIME.   FREEDOM WILL TASTE SO SWEET; LIKE NECTAR TO THE BEE. AT HOME AGAIN SO NEAT; WITH MY TRUE LOVE, BILLY.   1995

LET’S GO FOR A LONG DRIVE; CHRISTINE IS ALL READY TO GO. FROM A RUST BUCKET TO NEW, SHE’S HUNGRY, AND CAN’T GO SLOW!   WE’LL DRIVE BY THE CORNFIELD; STOP TO WATCH THE CHILDREN KILL. THEY DON’T NEED ANY ADULTS; VIOLENCE IS ENOUGH TO THRILL!   LET’S TAKE CARRIE TO THE PROM; TO BE QUEEN, IS HER DESIRE. WE’LL WATCH THE BLOOD SPILL RED, THEN, DESTRUCTION AND DEATH, IN FIRE!   DRIVE UP TO THE OLD SEMATARY; TAKE THE CAT THAT JUST DIED. MAYBE, IF WE BURY IT RIGHT , THE MI’KMAQS WON’T BE DENIED!   LET’S GO PAST THE FOREST BRIDGE; WHEN THE MOON IS BRIGHTLY FULL. STRANGE HAIRY BEASTS MAY BE PROWLING; SILVER BULLETS CAN FIND THEIR SKULL!   WE’LL GO VISIT THE OLD FARM; THERE’S A ST. BERNARD TO PLAY. IF WE GET PAST HIS RABID TEETH, WE’LL GO HOME, AND CALL IT A DAY!   HEY-HO, LET’S GO!!   1995

    “Trevor has a new girlfriend its Brooke “said Liz. A friend of mine who was friends with my ex-boyfriend. We were walking in gym. The smell of sweat, BO, foot funguses, and throw up only made what she told me worse.  I did not know what to say but I was hurt and very embarrassed. It was like I was stripped me in front of everyone and then hung me by my toes. How could he have another girlfriend already we just broke up even two weeks ago? How could he do that to me? I had to get out of there. I ran as though I had flames under my feet to the swim locker room and cried and cried. I cried so much that it was like a waterfall had formed in my eyes. I just couldn’t stop crying. Everything had gone wrong that year. Before school started my aunt sue who was like a mother to me died of breast cancer. Losing her put a huge gaping black hole in my heart. I only felt pain. But then I started dating Trevor and he made me feel as though I was whole. I began to see the world again, even though I didn’t even like him. He was just a sweet and kind guy who listened to me when I talked. Through the whole year my grades would drop then rise then decrease again. I just didn’t care anymore. There was no point in getting good grades. Without my aunt, there was no point to anything; nothing mattered to me anymore. Then I began to lose a lot of my friends or people I thought were my friends. No one wanted me around no one cared. These were people I have known for years. When Trevor and I broke up a whole bunch of my friends left me in the cold. I was a tree…

Blossom      Like a flower, I blossom with love and sheer perfection.  Oh, how I wish the world could see things as I do.  I see and feel peace in the air.  Children are laughing and playing.  The parents are interacting.  The breeze is blowing nicely and the flowers are continuing to blossom.  I see and feel peace.      Maybe one day the wild animals can continue to roam their habitat without fear of some humans threatening their livelihood.  Maybe their brotherhood could be more connected.  Oh, how I wish the world could see things as I do. Written by: Yolanda Kinlock    

  I could hear the “Love Theme” playing whenever I pictured your elegant face, hands and stance, all that was your very being and presence. I had dreamed you up one day, you see. But I could not have known that the fantasy and vision that had disturbed my slumber as a child tucked away in a world void of such dreams, would ever come close to the real thing. (That you would become real–at all.) Or that you would be so much more evolved than the original dream guy I had studied for years and since that little girl I had grown from to a woman in search of her man. Night after night your form had begun to take shape and then my day dreams had somehow breathed life into you. You took a residence in my mind.  My soul was captivated. I did already love you….. It was inevitable, you see. But I didn’t desire and also need you until the movie started playing and we were introduced. I had fantasized in my dreams all those nights and days that you’d be very grateful to me to be the real-to-life hero of my story! Even though you were not really…human.  You were a machine and not alive at all. And much like the robot machines in my favorite home away from home fantasy, the movie Blade Runner, you’d figure out that your time had begun to run short!! You’d conclude that because I was human, and therefore your best opportunity to understand real life and how to get this same life for yourself, that you should turn to me. You would have to love me back, you see.  (I would be all that you’d desire and ever need.) We would both experience the same things together; a relentless passion, an overwhelming hunger and a need for each other…life or death, come what may. Yet, there would be…

Chasing dreams and facing nightmares  I was made into a puppet, meant to never feel or care, till i started having dreams and started questioning myself. They became my sole escape from a cold and lonely shelf, till a million nightmares came, and there were demons everywhere. I had a dream, a million times, i’d be greeted by desert air, and mountains so high in the sky, that clouds would take over their trails. i’d see a million paths to choose, a hundred million ways to fail. I had desire, but when demons came around, i had no will.    A million times, i stood down there, just looking up and hearing tales of puppets coming back alive, without the strings, all by themselves. They said a  white light would appear, and lead you toward  a better realm. You’d find what you were looking for if you could see that cloud up there. Some even felt how humans felt, as they followed their dream uphill. Doctors, actors, football players, they were all dreamers as well.    I left this dream a million times, procrastinated out of fear, saw demons on the mountainside, and felt completely unprepared. A million others went for theirs, i too, at times, would feel compelled until i saw them fall or fail, come down the mountain overwhelmed, they didn’t have to say a word, their downfall wasn’t hard to tell, they put themselves back in the shelf, with broken spheres and empty stares.   A million times, i’d hit that rocky road, then find a way to leave. A million times, i’d see those same demons standing in front of me. The dream would’ve been mine a million times, if i could’ve believed. But i’d be back in my shelf, asking myself,a million times, “what if?” This time, however, something changed, passion was pouring out of me, a white light, thirty feet away, shun me a path up…

                      ALONE1994 MIDDAY TIME IN A farmhouse   AND CHILD  suddenly  9 JEEP ENTER  IN, 25 MEN ENTER THE farmhouse  LEADER  OF MEN;CATCH THE BABY AND POINT GUN ON CHILD  SAID  LEAVE THE HOUSE AT ONES MOTHER ,grandmother AND CHILD LEFT HOUSE WENT TO POLICE ,POLICE CHIEF,governors  ALL SAID ONE THING COMMON ; PLZ WAIT OUTSIDE . HOUR PASSED THE MEN HAVE robbed  house. house was empty .POLICEMEN agreed  come with mother .house  opened by jon (seller of house)   ;what do you need sir? POLICEMEN  ;women said that this house was been robbed   by 25 men . jon ; this is my house and it is not been robbed   by anyone.mother ;  jon what are you doing in my house did you sent those men with gun. you knew that my son is sick in hospital and it is far from maincity and only women are in the house .jon;yes i know your son is very sick you are my friend wife but this is not your house lady , i think you need help go to a doctor.