New Writings By Gary Thomas Hubbard, Daniel J. Flore III and Suzanne Lopez
By Gary Thomas Hubbard
Evil Deeds Evil deeds done by selfish souls
Never heed our laws and break our rules
Someone did something, is what they said
It’s American citizens that are dead
Towers dropped into a pile of rubble
Supporting our enemies why aren’t they in
Traitors that wear all different kinds of dress
Fake Americans only here to cause us distress
Working to change the way that we live
Childish behavior and lying that we never will
Truth and facts are condemned as a racial divide
Misdirected blame we know that they lied
A sickness that is spread by the hateful,
Leaving behind hatred and racism wrongly at
Death tolls mounting as they push their agenda
Trampling the innocent, and rejoicing as the
These are the people that we put in charge of
They must be removed before it is too late
Picking Out Slippers
By Daniel J. Flore III
I saw a stranger
picking out slippers at BIG LOTS
feeling the inside of them to see how soft they
the next night on the couch
watching a movie
she said she couldn't remember
how many times we'd seen this film
lying there under the old afghan blanket
with her new slippers on
By Suzanne Lopez
The way this thing controls us, is just sickening.
The way we crave to go insane, to stimulate our meager brains,
And then we find we can’t maintain,
The hearts whose beats are quickening.
To keep ourselves applied to what’s inside our minds,
We tend to lie.
The craving overwhelming all the healthy love we feel inside.
We deal with these problems everyday of our pathetic lives.
We’re trained to make excuses for our wasted time.
I notice that we plot against each other,
Knowing that we still cannot depend on foolish words we’ve stated.
Making truth so complicated!
Angry at the fact we’re always separated, irritated,
Constantly accusing one of crimes we’ve only contemplated.
Longing for this state of being aggravated…
Trying to withdraw ourselves from its control
Has not succeeded.
After a distinct amount of time,
We find that we still need it.
Going to extremes to feel the ecstasy in breathing it,
The way the minds receiving it,
Incapable of leaving it…
Eventually we both will see a point in time will come to pass
When finally we realize,
Our youth is fading way too fast.
How can we just fulfill this void in life
That’s simply much too vast?
This love in pain and misery will never last…