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... commonplace toward women of all ages and in different countries. Some rapists are never punished, not even taken to justice. In Virginia, a young man aged 30, known by the name of Jerry Terrel Jackson (JTJ) has been executed for having raped and suffocated an old widow of about 80 years old. The death of JTJ is the first to be recorded in the Virginia state’s inmate. JTJ was executed not by hanging but a procedure called a revised three drug cocktail.
In fact, the death of JTJ was pronounced at 9:14 p.m. on Thursday at Greensville gaol, called here Correctional Center. JTJ was... (more)
The night is quiet and not so still. The wind is rustling the dying leaves on the withering trees. The grass whistles as it bends and the air streams through the blades. Dust at the side of the street is picked up and whisked away with the fallen leaves and blown in a vortex around the front lawn of the old white house. She closes her eyes and takes in a deep breath as she lies on the cold grass beside the street. Her arms are outstretched to allow more air to enter her lungs. Her hair blows in the gusts of wind now gathering strength and falls across her pale face. Her wet dark eyes open and... (more)
I'm tired..but can't stop. Intrigued by the adventure. Obligated by the disgust.
The lies within seduction... The tales and trails of broken hearts.. America's lost. Drunkards, whores, beggars, poor, the sick and the sinners. The neglected and the left behind.
Bounded and bonded like lepers. They huddle. Protecting each other, because no one protected them.
Admitted lost causes. Coasting along empty allies.
Following the drift of dampened paper.
Soiled and Smelly
Sour and Turned
Curious Apples..Bitter fruit.
The core of the Earth.... (more)
Rummaging through the desk drawer..my fingers plummeted deep beneath papers. Fingertips desperately searching, until I found it. A plain-white, unlined, notepad. Ferociously, I wrenched it from the drawer, and grabbed a glass jar of thumbtacks from the shelf. I quickly retreated to the kitchen. At, the far end..lie an empty wall; my firing target.
I threw the things on the kitchen table, yanked a black marker from my back pocket, and wrote erratically. I scribbled..then ripped. Scribbled then ripped... scribbling and ripping .. HURT CHEAT ABANDONMENT DISRESPECT HATE USED... (more)
I Knock but the Door Opens Not.How does one cross over to the other side?What is the secret of releasing oneself from this mortal being?I see my dieing Mother wanting so desparately to cross over.
Mother has journeyed long.Illness has struck her low And brought her close to the door.There is no turning around.The journeys end is nigh.
Waiting for release so intense. The suffering so great. "Please help me! I want to die."My heart breaks as Mom's has.How can I answer this question?
The answer has been."I do not know, but let me hold your handand wait with you."
If you wish to scar me
Do it now
Injure my feelings?
Do it now
Make me jealous?
Do it now.
Ridicule my concern?
Do it now.
Turn your back on me?
Do it now.
Take me for granted?
Do it now.
If you want... then hurt me deep
Try and put me to an eternal sleep
It’s a race with time, so do it fast
And make sure, for good it lasts
I know you’ve given your heart away
I know it’s nomore my game to play
I know you don’t love me but try and feign
Cuz there will never be... (more)
...I wrote this because there are countless parents out there like myself who just seek closure of that one nanosecond in time they can never erase, and just one second they will forever second guess their entire lives. I wrote this because I would like for you to know that not all charities are corrupt, even though I have blasted several of them recently. That the Make A Wish Foundation is a charity that is there to ease a child's mind when death calls, and that they should be supported by everyone. Please visit their web site, and if nothing else, send them an email of encouragement.(more)
Years, I havepassing in but a moment.Finality is inevitableforget escaping,understanding is a myth, and answers are but a joke.Evidence is not in the makingnor in the mix.Presume what you mightsleep well,sleep tight.(more)
In Being My Father’s Daughter-for Daddy, Silverio duro de la Vega June 12, 1928 - May 8, 2007Because laying on the bare hardwood flooris too gentle and aesthetic andstill does not offerthat masochistic solace,
and because crawling under the bed to weepis only an instinctive feral urge,it seems the next thing that might do it,that may finally satisfy andreplace the urge to cut my facewith an exacto knife,would beto break something,smash all the windows,burn my guitars,topple the piano,club the TV to pieces,slash my sofas like the D.E.A.,break all my dishes… and etc.,
Still, playback... (more)
"Blessed are they that mourn, for they shall be comforted." Matt 5:4What a paradox! We think of grief and happiness as being mutually exclusive. In fact, even in Christian circles, we are often taught that the Christian always has a smile on his face and a song in his heart. We are told that to be sad is sinful, that grief represents a lack of faith, and that pain comes from sinful living. Yet, this teaching is directly contrary to what Jesus is saying here.Let's look for a moment at the word "mourn." In the Greek it means to grieve a loss. This may be the loss of a loved one, but it may be... (more)