Poetry_In_her_eyes

  Nothing about this shooting makes sense until you realize it was planned in advance. 'Officer created jeopardy/ Officer induced jeopardy' is a well know legal term that makes sense of the senseless and is also a well know tactic of the CBP. Rising shooting incidences of the CBP triggered an investigation in 2014, drawing the conclusion that BP agents were using Officer Induced Jeopardy as a legal excuse to shoot non-violent suspects. Jonathon Ross was a BP agent at that time and stationed in that area. The document was sent to congress that year and eventually led to this supreme court decision: Barnes v. Felix 5/15/2025 stating that Officer Induced Jeopardy was inadmissible as a defense if other avenues of safety were available INCLUDING moving out of the way of a moving vehicle. In this case how did things get out of hand so quickly? When, why, and how did Renee Good's panic rise so quickly? Why did the officers deny medical access (MD on ground and EMTs later) to the ...

  I have no name for whatever this is when I hear the whispering of fallen leaves asking for more than I have to give with days the color by thousand year old clouds how I long for so much more than just the open road There is a fine line between sanity and the pyre we are all a little bit crazy and yearn to light the fire inside to feel the warmth of our souls set ablaze an interlude and wistful dream that lasts until a child cries in sleep

 Fernando Pessoa Dreams still dreaming and long forgotten buried deep in the empty graves of hope seeking forgiveness for society's divide our epitaph reads "here lays our humanity" or is life just a metallic fraction of the whole and dreams just competition of what we never achieved and we are left with rust instead of blood haunted by diamonds never cut or prayers seeking an eternal lie seeing inspiration in trees reaching heaven just because they know no other way to grow finding in the end a new beginning and serenity in promises of what might have been

  Between Creation and Collapse How she came to be is something of a mystery that she grew to love in a winter garden is a wonder of the world Her spirit pruned cut off at the roots yet like a weed she pushed her way upward through the broken concrete of her dreams Flowering at last under the cloudy skies of the past possessing the fierceness of feral growing things loving the sun but not hating the rain I picture her with flowers entwined in her hair as she carries a garden tucked safely in her arms The reality quite possibly much less romantic but far more endearing holding a small child's need with a bird's nest for hair a vignette of life in the morning sun

  The living dead There's a war going on that's not about borders or rare earth metals nor about greed There's a war in which no one speaks of the horror of the living dead Our silence is our shame the quiet ... a tragedy numb and mum and dumb People have stopped caring about our humanity or if we have a soul Stopped caring about the inner spark that made living feel whole We live in a world that treats everyone the same not as human beings but as machines Is it any wonder we are all going mad The war for the human race came not from outside but with a slow creeping numbness leaving us half dead

Forgetting to remember I am deaf and blind I have suffered through another night without memory or awareness, almost as if I am accepting the void, courting an existence that is neither here nor there but everywhere, my spirit free to seek a home, seeking not communion with a deaf and blind world, finding instead, love in the embrace of you soul