Going down hill is easier
You can gather
Press the world into your service
But
Remember
The world has the same right
To demand of you
Your feet may pound into the ground even harder
The high
Grow ever higher
But
Be carefull
Of thorns
You may gather
That descent
May
Never haft to end
But
Again
Be carefull
Of
Digging yourself a hole
Getting use of air passing you at a faster pace
Remember
To be whole
You must eventually go up hill
People
Disapear
To quickly
It seems decades pass
In a blink
The smiles
You remember
No
Longer there
You think
If I been there more often
Done something differently
Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah
It is yesterday
Or
Was it
Tomorrow
Time travel
One footstep
At a time
But
Seems
Been here before
Often
Just press the save button
Come back
It's like no time has passed
But
Tomorrow
Is
Now
Here
Bike by there
All the time
When buses stop working
Need to get home
From where ever I been
Many the trailers are dark
They have no power
There pumbling is not hocked up
They are hot
When it's hot
Cold
When it'a cold
Go home
Turn on the lights
Cooled
Or
Heated
What ever I desire
Eat
Take a shower
All things they struggle to make happen
The city of Sacramento
Plans to evict them Monday
Offer them services
That don't seem to exist
Or
Have
Long waiting lists
Been evicted
Lost things precious to me
It's not someting I wish on anyone
I've scene shelters
There places
I would not wish on anyone
We live in riches of countries
So many people live on streets
One
Is to many
When we are young we learn to write
Strait lines at 1st
Up and down lines
That never touch
Next we learn cursive
Circular lines
Lines curving into each other
Was great at passing spelling tests
As a kid
Im terrible at spelling
Now
In a world of spell check
If I can't find write spelling
Choose another word you can
Or
Find the spelling for
One of teachers for newspaper class
Told me I should take English class
Im middle age
By
Then
Know it won't do any good
And
Just don't wan't to
One my newspaper teachers died
I think she was around my age
I think
It inspired a series
In my printmaking class
My printmaking teacher told me it depressing
His wife got altimzers
He told me how he hit him in bed
He once told me
He had scene a woman killed on her bike
She was young
Kill by a car
I rode bikes
Bikes rarely kill anyone
But
Those on them
Asked why he come to class
He needed something to do
Didn't want to be alone with the memory
He said
We shared birthdays
Had his email saved on aol
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Literature
What Is The Lesson Learned
Europeans flee tyranny
The opressed
Oppress
Overthrow
The people and governments that existed before
They lie
To their own people
It is destiny
They say
The lie
Becomes
Written
History
Skin colors
Change
Centuries pass
It countinues
The lie
Fleeing
One of the worst of genocides
But
Far
From the first
Or
Last
Tyranny
The opressed
Oppress
It is destiny
They say
Again
The lie countinues
But
History
Is
No
Longer
Now
Written
Just by the colonizers
Burn a book
Broadcast it
Cut the cord
Float on a cloud
Take a photo
Print
Post it
In public
Tear it down
Invent a printing press
Drown them in the truth
Draw a picture
It is burnt
Paint a image on a wall
It is paint over
Project moving images on that wall
Tear down that wall
Images dim
But
Travel further
Chop down more trees
Print more books
You can not burn them all
The dead can not speak
We must speak for them
Speak their words
It is through us
They live
Never forget
The opressed
Don't haft to become opressors
Treat
Thouse
How you
A cold distant winemaker & cook. Finnaly embraces the serial killer inside . She revisted for decades. When her young daughter dies; unexpectly . As she mixes the ash of daughter , and her adult victims, in her wine and food. Given the relationships in her mind, she was to young to have in life. Until she hears of diapearance of children. And, changes her focus. To solving the mystery