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…

Whispering Nonsense in Dream by A. Klesath

One word like butter on toast, make no mistake, the butter sits still and silent. pick up the knife and cut deep into the cream. It’s in the night, we trip and slip into the abyss, silently tossing and turning; gathering thoughts as momentum. Want without fright, creates a blank canvas, in the breeze we…

Shackles on Turtle’s Back by A. Klesath

Break the mold-bust the shackles, Scream passion to the wind! Lost on top of a mountain, shrouded in clouds of material possessions, blinding us into madness. In darkness we bleed; In light we are bound, Lies lined up as beautiful gems, distracting our focus. A shadow in the corner of our eye, it slips, we…

Free to Be Me by A. Klesath

It’s  a funny thing, this journey of self discovery,  as I spend time with myself every moment of every day I learn to love the many aspects of me. I have climbed mountains and along the way I got scratched, broken, and burned; yet I am still standing. Here I am arms stretching, heart wide open, admiring…