Death has taken someone else’s mother from her family, leaving them lost and bereft with no consolation or answers to alleviate their intense grief.

They need to be focused on specific problems.Education and educated people do not supply me with the answers I need.I’m in a vast wilderness with help in every direction, but none of it for me.Somehow it seems that there are no answers, they’re bottled up in computers to be used only as scientific solutions.Out of…

myself as I shine beyond what I am doing, leaving in aboat of exceptional clues to my future existence.

Standing alone, being scorned for no reason, except abusive emotional content from another’s past, held onto and used maliciously against a person.Turning away, falling into an unfathomable abyss for life.Love can never come near, people can no longer get past solid barriers, no matter how they try.

Dusting off images, vacuuming ideas, joining thoughtson shelves of creation.Realigning recognition with abstractions of cognitive thinking, establishing files of energetic vision to beused in daily writing.

Are they the people who are on welfare, sitting home struggling?While we are sitting at work?Or are they the people out working for a living, doing any job possible, to struggle from one day to the next?Who are the Poor?Are they the rich trying to hold onto their money?Or those who are without, trying to…

anything I think of out of the ordinary.Sololy following edges of night into the daylightof next mornings, without thoughts to contrarypredicaments.