Charity case for the human factor.

We're still human- I promise you.
Beneath these glazed and bloodshot eyes you try so hard to avoid
lies a heart that pumps, dreams, fears,
        that breaks.
Underneath the alcohol-laden halitosis I have jokes
questions, laughs, and songs.
Look me in the eyes, shake my hand,
ask how I'm doing, talk about the freaking weather.
Realize that even without a home
I am a person with a name.

Nobel Dreams

I have a dream
that all deaths are in a poetic justice.
I have a dream that all persons are honored
and that all people listen to the of voices of those gone,
each for their unique cadence and rhythm;
that people listen to the voices of those gone
in awe of the power that sends shivers down their own spine
and brings tears to their eyes.
I have a dream that all dreams are heard
and that no person has an audience consisting solely of walls,
where echoes are reciprocated instead of cheers.
I have a dream that all dreams move people.
I have a dream that all dreams
are celebrated.

I'm not one for making excuses or trying to justify whatever I write. But it's so hard with this one, because it absolutely pales in comparison to what inspired it or whatever if you will.
Here's to the King and the king,
Jason

S-s-snow!

D-do you wanna know what I love?
Snow! It-it's the best!
It never ever ever snows!
I don't know if you've e-ever seen it b-but
there's the white powdery kind and the
and the crunchy white kind and the clear
slick kind. You can't make snow a-angels
or snowmen or snowballs o-out of the clear kind
and it k-kinda hurts, but it's still good for sledding!
I-I try to go outside but my mommy
my mommy is just so annoying! She says
Jake you can't go outside without a jacket,
c'mere and let me put it on you,
you don't want to catch a cold do you? and I say
But Mom everyone is outside but-
and then she takes a bajillion years and then she asks
Jake, do you have your wool socks on? And- and I say
Mommmm and she gives me that scary look so then
I just sit down and she takes off my shoes
and puts my s-socks on while all the good snow
is getting taken and is melting! And she puts my s-shoes
b-back on and is soooo slow and then she asks if I have to pee
and I never do until she asks
but after she asks I always have to go!


I know, I know, "Yikes!". I just started another workshop class to bear with me as I try to shake off the rust. (Also, Mollie is in the class!) (Also also, I hate snow.)
Something,
Jason