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Stop the Madness

I woke up to this glorious day, depression now under control, feeling good in as long as I can remember, and started thinking about something other than myself. All the shit going on in the world, bombings going on here, to detract attention from what’s going on over there, news they want us to believe true that is absolute lies and fabrication, people of all nationalities divided and conquering. It’s enough to make you want to puke; but where my thoughts turned today, as I drove over the expanse of water, smooth as glass, reflecting a perfect southern sky that makes you happy to be alive to witness, was to the darkest depths of the human soul.

I’ve seen a few posts here and there of late, the response and reaction of people horrified and unbelieving that this could be going on in their own towns and cities, and yet no real outcries to put a stop to the madness; and the worse sort of madness it indeed is.

I’m talking about the parents searching for lost children, infants, teens, young adults; gone missing without a trace; another face on a poster blowing in the breeze on a light pole somewhere that most people passing by don’t even bother to notice. I’m talking about those same lost children, infants, teens and young adults, stolen or sold, drugged and enslaved, tortured and raped, over and over to the highest or lowest bidder; anyone willing to pay.

I’m talking about the abhorrent, unconscionable crime of human trafficking and why the fuck it’s not the number one criminal priority in the world to stop!

We all have things we like to think of as “our cause,” displaying the bumper sticker labeling ourselves as proponents of; signing online petitions to save this species or that, but you don’t see much promoting the end of people stealing and selling people; not just for commercial sexual abuse, but physical forced labor, domestic slavery, fighters in armed conflicts, and yes, the removal and selling of human organs for transplant.

Human trafficking is the second largest International crime in the world.

IN THE WORLD!

Something to think about . . .

j.a.terry 4.11.17


Living Death 


The minutes just keep passing

White on my wrist red on the clock 

Menacing with a secondhand 

That hangs on the wall

While the reel of visions

Unravel in my mind 

The harder I try to stop

The faster they come

Searching and found 

Unmoving on the ground 

Lifeless and stiff 

Gun by his hand 

Facedown in a river of blood 

I can’t stop either

Time passing 

Or visions from coming 

Over and over like a broken projector 

And yet it somehow all slows

As it meticulously drives me mad – 

j.a.terry 3.31.17


Quote of the day 


Sky larking 


Badassery at its finest 

I’ll just leave this here☽✯☾

http://youtu.be/d0n40GVcj64


Merry Christmas! 

  


toujours les tulipes

always the tulips
that ushered forth
the shadow of a memory
in a half forgotten dream

©2015 jillterry

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Beyond the green door

…there are no explanations

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