With Love… L.A.

To write around the things I cannot speak.
To frame the house of my humanity.
To put the roof back on my soul. 

I Wonder…

I wonder if anyone can hear?
If all ears are clogged with cacophony.
I wonder if anyone can see?
If all eyes are dim – all sight silenced with praise.
I wonder if anyone can speak?
If all lips are licked with lies.

The Man, The Morning & The Mourning

I too hunger for justice, truth and hope.

If you need me, you will find me in a secret and sacred place.

With an upturned chin to Him who is Justice, Truth, and Hope.

The coffee is hot.
The candles are lit.

The flame is small but bright enough to illuminate the way.

My way.

NDA’s

NDA’s pay for silence. 

“Silence encourages the tormentor, never the tormented. Sometimes we must interfere.” –
Elie Wiesel

Indeed we must.

A Personal Note…

Not speaking was confirmed by crushing circumstances, brutal beatings, sexual abuse, and wholesale neglect.

The Frail and Fallen

Do not pick up the frail and fallen unless you must. Give them the dignity of rising in what strength they have.

In Defense of Him…

This post is an attempt to set right a grievous wrong against an undeserved man.

The Sorrow and The Sweet

A small stop to walk, to unfurl my limbs and to unclench my heart. Inviting the sound of the waves and the strength of the wind to sweep away some of the sorrow and leave the sweet.

Rule #1: DO NOT Keep It in The Family #Churchtoo

… it is considered treasonous to talk to talk to ANYONE outside of the family about “family issues.” This warped loyalty encourages a culture of suffering silence in dysfunctional families of spiritual and natural seed.

I Want to Tell You…

I want to tell you the truth –  in detail. 

I want to explain and I have some ‘splaining to do. 

I want to tell you that through the all the lies, the truth will prevail. 

I want to tell you the things that are true.