In From The Midst: Regrets Are Times That Too Late and Actions Weep

We've lived and expanded in moral fortitude and found ashes at the end. Yet, bright stars do hold sway. Even though many have been lost by the high-tech monsters of hate-your-brothers. We stand the best of fools, as we lose the best of Perceptions, in the fog of deception. I am so ashamed of my country yet so proud of those struggling to keep it's heritage. I am watching capitalism faulter, as many millions of born free fools march for its death. I hear the double cross lies dictated by executive orders. Planting our own seeds of destruction. I feel it strange. The flip from God fearing to God loathing. As Russia returns to Christianity my country turns to Godless desperation. It's now just a matter of time before our military industrial complex cries for battle and the world as we know it will never return. All this chaos because one man's speech offended so many poorly raised weaklings. I never thought it possible even after Obama. That pure ignorance would Rule the Day. We are playing into the hands of the few who have planned this even before Jackal Island and their Federal Reserve board. For those who know, including the military, time is running out. Be strong, be ready. My name is Robert Gray. Gray is my mother's maiden name. My interest in the Arts started rather early at 10th grade. I won second place in state forensics using my own poetry but by 1980 I took both poetry and visual arts as a lifetime Pursuit. I love the human touch that makes all unique. Putting it in poetry and art brings me to the final point of knowledge. I hope you find something here that brings thought to knowledge. I Believe that experience, belief and my love of history explains much of what my passions. To all my brothers and sisters; delivery yourself from substance abuse, it's a long dark walk.