Love is the Reminder. Love is what will save us. by A. Klesath

I feel lost. Mind spinning as the chaos begins again, desperate to find center. I awake at midnight to see the half-moon; blood red and I wonder if this is the beginning of the end. Have we always been moving straight towards this edge of madness, falling straight into the abyss? Is this exactly where…

A Poem About a Tree by A. Klesath

Silently stood the Cottonwood tree Placing my hand upon her bark She gently bent down for me to see On her branch a Meadow Lark. Whispering in my ear, I hear “The world will spin, Never to worry, never to fear What may end, will also begin” Time is a man made construct Nature’s heart…

Media is the virus by A. Klesath

If your fear of death gets in the way of your love of life, then what the hell is the point? The Media is the fear mongering virus that crawls into our skin and gains momentum with each passing word. Live, dammit! When they (meaning us) make it so we are afraid to breath then…

Part of the Machine by A. Klesath

I once believed we were the care takers of the earth, but now I see we are the screaming, squalling babies; the rocks, trees and animals are our parents. We can’t live without them, yet we choose to dirty our food, destroy our air, and piss in our water bowls. It seems to me we…

Puppets and Fears by A. Klesath

Chaos through Fear Power through Manipulation It all begins on one station. Through a material clan destination and some strange manifestation. The grand master was born carrying all the keys, trying willfully to bring us to our knees. The sinister grin, as he told us we were made from sin. Force us to look one…

The World Needs . . . By A. Klesath

The world needs kindness, compassion and love. We say we are kind, but only to those who believe what we believe or have something we need. We say we have compassion, but only for those who we believe are worthy. We love those who give us what we believe we need. We don’t understand kindness…

Step Back by A. Klesath

Fingers trail along the water’s edge. Gentle reflection. what is above, what is below Brown eyes reflecting back at me Who are you? I can’t see what is in front of me; but I know what is behind. building from the moment I was born  a rumbling, spinning vortex rising out of chaos, inevitable in…

How Not to be Offended by A. Klesath

Being teased my entire life, starting with my sister and cousins and moving on to classmates for being that weird girl who sees the world  slightly different than the entire population. I have said things that don’t always make sense, used the wrong cliché and more often than not used the wrong word in a sentence.  I learned…

Remain in Hope by A. Klesath

  Hope is what we have when surrounded in darkness. Faith is what we have when we are blinded by the lies. Light inside can force the shadows to run. Perception is power. When faced with our greatest fear We can choose to rise above it, But first we have to ride through it. In…