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The Land of Sleepwalkers

Walking beside Spirit
In a world where Spirit
is ignored
So he feels alone sometimes
Spirit speaks with him
He speaks with Spirit
He’s just offering
A reminder of our essence
Carrying reminders
more valuable than money
in a world that doesn’t
value essence
Because they can’t
own it
control it
consume it
or
sell
it
And when he speaks
reminders too loudly
or too boldly
He’s no longer ignored
But considerd a threat
To the walking dead
Who only know how to
own
control
consume
or
sell
But he’s not afraid
And doesn’t care
If you ignore him
or attack him
He’s been given a vision
That walks him awake
In the land
of
Sleepwalkers

photo credit: Akello J. Stone

Show People That You Care About Them

It happened right there on this road, on the exact spot where the bracelet is. A young person tried to throw herself into traffic. When I pushed her back on the side of the road, I fell onto the highway. I’ll never forget how close a bright blue, Dodge Ram truck came to my head before it swerved out of the way.

I kept her away from the highway until the police arrived. In the few minutes that it took for the police to arrive, she screamed at me, over and over again, “You don‘t give a fuck about me! Why didn’t you just let me die!” The police took her to the adolescent psychiatric hospital to be evaluated and treated, not punished.

A little over a week later she was discharged out of the hospital and back to our emergency shelter. When she handed me the bracelet, she said, “Mr. Tony, I made this for you in the hospital. Thank you. I love you. I don’t remember everything from that moment on the highway, but I remember what I screamed at you. What I meant to say is that I couldn’t believe someone actually gave a fuck about me.”

I wear the bracelet quite often as a reminder that there are many hurting people in the world who think no one cares about them. My life’s calling is to prove them wrong.

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Moments of No Words

As a writer, I love words, yet I also love it when words stop – those moments in this life when there are no words. For it is in those moments where we see if the words we’ve written, spoken or quoted ever meant anything.

They talked and talked
Until they couldn’t talk anymore
The last words they wrote
were a question:
If we couldn’t speak
for the rest of our life,
what would the rest
of our life speak about us?