January 6th, 2021thousands, upon thousands storm our Nation’s Capitolface paint, horns, Trump flags, and MAGA merchandisedoom, damn, and torchAmericafor those that freely votedlong lines, maskeddeath and dyingtheir loved ones in hospitalsnurses, doctors, essential workers and our policeall races, colors, and creedsscream in sacrificial loveas the mask-less, Proudstorm for their king;“Patriots,” he knightedwhilethe King of allwhippedContinue reading ““Father, forgive them, for they do not know what they are doing.” Luke 23:34″
Author Archives: stmitch7
If the Idol Fits Wear It
I’m deeply saddened in somefamily, friends and Americans that call themselves, Christiansand in the gale winds of cultural upheavalwith so many looking to them for directionthey still chooseto carrytwo flags;Politics and Jesus and with windy, divided identitythey’re blownoff balancewrapped and tangled, whippedpoles, flags and legs twistedthey stumble,fall,hit the dirtchokingrolling,rolling,downhillchokingSTOP facedown in the powdered dust,last gapingContinue reading “If the Idol Fits Wear It”
“Time Slowed Sweet”
This autobiographical poem would have never existed had it not been for my good friend, Mike Freeman. I have known Mike since 2016 because of a wonderful program for high-risk youth called, “Zedbridge Make a Difference (zMAD)” that we were involved in. zMAD was a 40 hour leadership program that ran in the summers ofContinue reading ““Time Slowed Sweet””
Flesh Bucket
As stated in my opening, “Rust Never Sleeps” this poem came as a result of a sever hangover and with years of the tugging-battle, “Just three beers, hold it to a six pack, just nine…” and failure after failure I knew I was out of control. In my own case I would get drunk onceContinue reading “Flesh Bucket”
Rust Never Sleeps
The Neil Young album, “Rust Never Sleeps” was released in 1979. The name of that album never left me and years later, as I worked with a non-profit organization called zMAD (Zedbridge Make a Difference), a leadership academy for at-risk kids, “rust never sleeps” started percolating. Too, I had a classic VW bus that IContinue reading “Rust Never Sleeps”