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i keep hearing this winter will be the coldest for a long while, it's literally gonna be murder on the streets this winter

vive le Revolution :-)

My mother inspired me to write this poem. She used to be one of the many  men and women that wonder East Hasting street in downtown Vancouver. She had a fairly normal life before she made a long list of bad decisions which resulted in her alienating herself from her entire family and eventually ending up homeless. Now everytime I see someone diwntown without a home I can't help but wonder if they to had a family and a place to call home at one point in their life. It also outlines something we all do on a daily basis, we are aware of unjust situations, we acknowledge them, and think about how awful they are but we just continue on with our lives. We tell ourselves it's the thought that counts so we can sleep easy at night, but if you stand by and witness sin and do nothing about it you are wirse than the person committing the wrong doing. The only way to deal with bad men is when good men stand up for what is right.

A work that I'm not fond of. It's too preachy, which is not what I wish to convey in my writings. Also, it's too similar to my work, 'Dust for Winds'. However, everything that I put to page sounds the same to me. It's just a continuance. All in all, they're just a handful of words and nothing more.

A poem I wrote while I was in one of the smaller streets of Manila, where a beggar approached me and asked for money in which i refused to give. Please do give your comments and insights! constructive criticism is highly appreciated!

Photo is not of my creation.