Almost Home by A. Klesath

Almost Home Life is a funny thing sometimes. The people you meet everyday who can change your perception. We walk along most days with blinders on. We only see what we want to see as we get up and go to work or where ever it is we feel we need to be. We close…

A Strong Pull A. Klesath

My desk has a computer on it, as well as, a printer and photos of my children. I have a theory that organization is for the birds. I try to make it look neat and tidy when company comes, but how I do this is not by any means neat and tidy. I have six…

Don’t Fit, Just Be a. klesath

I only know what it’s like to be me. I could never claim to know what it’s like to be you. I can have empathy for you, but I can’t see through your eyes or feel what you feel. All  I know comes from my perception of my experiences.  I have felt excluded sometimes directly…

Crazy, Messed Up World by A. Klesath

I could tell you that the media is full of it and the politicians don’t care about us, but you will still believe what you want. I could tell you to turn off your media device and step outside to breath in the fresh air, but you will still do what you want. I could…

Truth Doesn’t Lie By A. Klesath

Money is the ultimate demise of human civilization, however you spin it, it will always be the truth. We are slaves to money, so blinded by it, we can’t seem to see any way out. Wars are fought, people are murdered, and the powerful hold all the cards merely by holding all the money. They…

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…