We think of an egg, merely as something to eat.
By itself, on rye, or on wheat.
But an egg can be made in so many ways.
There would be no repetition fo several days.
Some prefer the white, it being pure as snow.
Others like their bread completely soaked,
in that think we call yoke.
Regardless of which one you like the most,
I think it’s delicious on toast.
“Thoughts of creative solidarity”
Imagine, for a second, what we could do if we stopped all the
If we could spend our resources towards our ultimate purpose;
the survival, rather than the annihilation, of our race.
Why can’t we seem to think further than the piece of skin in our
face we call nose?
You say we’ve come far; through famine, disease, natural
disasters, and man-made wars.
But I say it’s time we stop making excuses.
We’re not a toddler anymore, struggling to walk, barely able to talk.
History is our childhood.
You say strength is being able to defend your home, your family,
and your future.
Who do you think you’re kidding?
It would require but a fragment of the tools of destruction we’ve
created to wipe your genes from the face of the earth; yours and
many with you.
So, in closing, all I want to say to you is this:
Instead of concentrating on what you can gain, think of how you
can help others benefit from your actions.
And before you throw that rock, ask yourself how it would feel if it
struck one of your children.
“Politically incorrect questioning of human nature”
How can we claim to be a truly intelligent spieces
when we keep repeating the mistakes of those who
We say that animals cannot help themselves; that
they cannot purposedly decide between right or
wrong – because “it’s in their nature”.
If that is so, then why do we spend so much time
looking towards the past, worshipping the dead,
and repeating their mistakes?
How many times do we have to kill the children of
our neighbour, and how many of our children must
die at the hands of our neighbour, before we stop
Mother, I miss you so.
Mother, why did you have to go?
Mother, can you tell me what I’m looking for?
Mother, I’m swimming, but I can’t seem to find a shore.
Mother, I love you so.
Mother, it’s so hard to let you go.
Mother, did I do something wrong?
Mother, why did you have to say “so long”?
Mother, can I help you now?
Mother, please tell me how.
Mother, when I think of you dying;
Mother, it feels like I’m crying.
Mother, I have no tears.
Mother, I have no fears.
Mother, maybe when I get some, they’ll all turn to tears.
Mother, I have to go now.
Mother I’ll get back to you somehow.