(All genres in one.) The article read that one out of
five children is poor. My addition is that and sadly one out of two adults are
at war. So what are we fighting for? And where are the radicals and the hippies where are the heroes? Is there a such thing as
help anymore, or is it just about gains and stock piles? Why do we
worship trash, disregard souls? Why must I go to
church, why can’t church come to me, or am I blind? My current contributions is
a prayer at least, I truly admire those that live weak. I tell you the man is radical, really an intellectual, not your prototypical, anything but
standard. More like; unusual, abstract, rebel, highly emotional, insanely ambitious, in
a world of his own, out there, gone and not coming home anytime soon. A great
debater, renown mediator, a peaceful man with a gun, calm expressions and internal rages. A
leader following an arctic path. What you see is what you get but honestly you don’t know the half. Because I’m
extreme with absolutely everything. Let me live or let me die either way fighting with love to get by. Unfamiliar with quit, though I recognize
try. More instinctive then tactical. Overall
just faithful, and the opposites say; “The man
is Radical”
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