An uneasy stroke

An uneasy stroke

We remit to fate

Added color

Red replaced silver and gold.

A red one

Moving out of love/passion

Anger/hate

Anger/love/passion

Using slashes that tear across the paper

But mean nothing to the reader.

(What’s that you read, dear?”)

Juxtaposing love over anger

Passion over reason

Remembering for one (golden) moment

We are not machines

To serve our cars

Our television sets

Our computers

Too often love words

Are spoken with the gun

Passion bleeds red

Knife slashes.

“real men” respected and true

return home with vacant

empty eyes.