The mind, a dormant stone

So I had this idea... because I want to help and i want to write poetry. Then I think of the Los Angeles Poet Society. I really want to see us stand up and help people... be there for people, and I would love it if we would all write poetry! So I thought further: it's Christmas time and who doesn't love getting a card in the snail mail.  USPS. Thank you. Yes, so the idea sprouted from the ground: The Los Angeles Poet Society announces HOLIDAY POEMS 4 THE PEOPLE! Email LAPS ( losangelespoetsociety@gmail.com ), your holiday poem, and LAPS will write it in a holiday card and mail it for you.   These cards will go to the people that reside in prisons, detention centers, orphanages'. We must. Write we must.   Give we must. Love we must. So there you go. Be in on this! Send us your holiday poems: losangelespoetsociety@gmail.com Bring light and shine on!  WRITE ON!

Of Some Man A criminal – someone. Making crime committed against social expectation. Crime of action: necessity, deliberate… when a hand reaches to take bread, pick fruit, stretch farther than comfortable, there is silence that recognizes action of hands, mind made to reach harder decisions. Imbalance to society… But when a hand lashes down to punish a criminal, there is no tolerance, or redemption to be found. Enforcers carry gloves, so their hands will not bloody, so they won’t spoil their appetite to dine with their families, shake the fragile palm of a plump baby girl, weigh down into another person’s face – watching the water drip from their eyes; tolerance removed. Tyler calls them “The Keepers”, earning a living to watch and mitigate the torment of bastardized sons and daughters of the “system”. There is nothing left to assure ourselves – atrocities of the night – So glad police took them away – purged the streets, but how fa...