This isn't quite poetry...more prosetry really, but I wanted to do something in tribute to the Colorado shooting...
As my heart goes out to those suffering from the tragedy...my own sweetheart could have been caught in the cross-fire as she lives nearby.
It shocked me and that is why I am stopping the revolution for a day to observe some silence for these individuals who have died or been wounded.
I'm not big on the whole heaven or hell thing, but I figure that hell would have evolved by now. If it is no longer something that evokes fear...then it is not doing its job. New tortures...new horrors; that is what awaits such individuals I hope. Oh well, my mind is rather dark ^^
- someone who helps out
- a young poet who is helping to raise awarness
- an artist who deserves some recognition for her work ^^