If You Believe Everything You’re Told

Lightning can’t strike the same place twice, there’s a reason

for everything that happens

God’s got a plan

you were born with a spoon and a slap

Just like everyone else

You see some things 

others don’t

some never see at all,

Seriously ugly unreasonable shit reappearing

Bad bent pennies repeating

Unruh – Whitman – the Night Stalker – Son of Sam

Adam la la Lanza

Aileen Wuornos – Cho Seung hui -The Zodiac

John Allen Muhammad, oh yeah

we fear and fancy our killers

make ’em Hollywood thrillers

they make us feel so sad so alive but we can’t

let go our AK-15s

Would be UnAmerican, they’re so much fun for the kids

especially boys,

we put meat on the table with ’em

like the Donner Party did,

They save lives

like Charlie Manson’s  family carving knives.

 

 

 

 

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I live in the Eye of a Hurricane.

 

 

The Danger of Transgender People

Why Transgender People are Dangerous

 

Never mind the roller coaster ride,

            you’re on it now, can’t get off

It’s gravity’s got a terrible side
            got nothing to do with God at all

God doesn’t really give a toss

            if you die next week from a simple fall

God damn gravity that evil threat

            Gonna getcha right soon, gonna getcha you bet
Not too sure why I stand at all
            If I’m gonna get killed by a natural law

“Hells bells”, say I to the kids and wife,

            “I’m takin’ to bed for the rest of my life!”

 
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Understanding the Transgender Community

A Dangerous Threat? Who is?

What is really Wrong: Violence Against & Murder of Transgender People.

Why Do We Need Science to Approve of Anyone Being Transgender?

The Problem Some Christians Have with Transgender People

Think Transgender People Themselves are in Danger? Well, yeah!

 

 

 

The Killer

I am the misconceived unconnected son of an ordinary woman who baked as many cakes as your Mom, loved me as much.  My father went to war, saved the nation, came back shell shocked with medals and memories he cannot tell. Something went wrong with me.  It was not the boyish pranks, soap on your windows, Halloween T P on your house or car.  I am evil behind a mask, the guy who breaks into your house, microwaves your cat, leaves a note, “I just had to see.” I feel no remorse, it’s all good fun.  I’m the unknown gunman of the drive by shooting, hitching a freeway, waiting with a rifle, dropping a cinder block from an overpass… Tense, clean-cut, overly polite, the All-American type at the 7/11.  I pack a 38, take a bus to Nashville and murder six people in the mall for the thrill of it, the fun, the fame. I am the unexplained American dream gone nightmare destined for the black print of the newspaper —  The brute in us all, the reason you bolt your door at night.

 

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*Cover Photo by Gwyn Henry

Good Friday Meditation

Morning moves toward noon, a dim moon floats above the hill
It is a skull– In my head as in the eaves doves moan
Mondial irises bloom the color of shrouds

Under a cold sky the cedar trees shutter

The low groan the dog utters is from the chilly rain–
It has always been as the papers say, “Man found murdered
Near Saint Mary’s church” so much blood and pain, too little change.

 

 

Rayn Roberts 2017

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