My cousin, Billy Peard, was featured on NPR a few days ago. Listen Here

Though we haven’t kept up with each other through changing times, I do love how the internet can keep me aware.

He has had a heavy interest in political science since high school. Serving as a page for Congressman Kolbe in 2001, he made his passions active early on. Now a graduate of Warren Wilson College, he has obviously taken to having an active voice in the politics of tomorrow.

I am very proud of him, and wish him all the best.

I most certainly cannot sleep. My mind just will not stop thinking. Really, sleep isn’t much more than a waste of life. Insomnia may be a waste of sanity. Still, I’ve had my time to rest, and I am now restless.

There’s been time spent on pain, and the process of renewal. My space is cramped, and I can’t seem to keep a steady pace.

In my mind’s eye, I see the scenery that will lend to our uprise. Part of this is just letting go, because I’m tired of being weighed down.

I have always contested this world, and I am stubborn. I see this reflection in my own child, as she now harnesses herself.

Trouble is, you cannot fight a world working on its own time. For then, we are just fighting our self.

We all just want to take off and soar, on our own dreams. Anything less, seems too much to sacrifice. So where does compromise come in? Where am I left in a country of law, with no care for its man?

Left behind, or mustering leverage enough to pull through. There is no detour, at the end of our days. All may settle and serve its own purpose, but what is, IS.

What will tomorrow bring… A question most useless. Holding my breathe will do me no good, for that is all that keeps me in the promise of a tomorrow.

I laugh at myself.
For I have this way of expressing myself.

Where I bite my tongue, I find the confidence in what HAS been said. Leaving well enough, alone. Silence can be golden.

When I do speak, I can bite. There is a certain group of things, dear to my heart, that I will drop a face of ferocity for. Emotional intensity is my weapon, and I demand the floor. I love myself for these moments; I stand strong.

With the soul of a rebel, and the heart of a healer; there is sure to be opposite actions. I can sit quite saintly, with a mind full of thoughts you may never know. So long as you do not look me in the eyes, and demand pity rather than a connection … I am by my own wind. Time will heal those wounds.

Sometimes my soul does speak with strength, and without premeditation. Raise my stinger, and shoot my guff. My points are sharp, and to the bone. Ignite my fire, through the passions of my soul.

The balance between a rabbit and a scorpion:
One does hop;
Breaks their heart for fear of pain…
Other does scurry;
Slays a prey to shield their kin.