We Are Rebelles in a Rebelle Society.
We Rebelles operate through a dialectic, aching and painstakingly groping after the syntheses that will create foundations for future generations.
Browsing Tag:
fabric
War-Words: Picture Frame in My Mind’s Eye. {poetry}
The war is over or is it? Do I know you as a dirty innocent thing yet? A discarded soft child forgotten by your god? A picture frame made of wilted flowers?
Bang the Drum: Elegy for the Grieving. {poetry}
Bang the drum for our sons and daughters, for husbands and wives, mothers and friends.
Shout death’s name to a clueless world. Bang the drum loudly!
Love in grief has a powerful rhythm. Bang the drum with courage and strength!
Bang it loud filled with compassion! Bang the drum proudly!
Write Yourself Into The Fabric Of Everything. {poetry}
Let yourself go
and forget where you begin
and the words end.