(Robert Rauschenberg, Overdrive)


They sent me off

with the lunatics.


The shattering laughter implied

I would be assigned a new identity



Once they broke into

my dreams

I heard the bell

sound black.


There were already several inches

of rain.


Do not tell me

you don’t hear it.

Do not,

for one second,

lead me to that place you name


and then convince me

of silence,


help me, God I’m dying,

down here upon the shore,

I can’t think or feel anything


That wasn’t supposed to be heard.

It wasn’t supposed to be know that

these were the words I prayed

even after I stopped praying.


There is nothing

where there once

were gallant and geological features

I could piece or stack,

or even chisel away at,

if that’s what I felt

I needed to do.


But now I am empty.

I am changed.


The gravel, the barbs,

the pooling rains

that settle within that space

drown in the yellow waves

of the sea.





Murder One


Photo from


Intentional, goes

without saying but for

speeding blind bull’s


cautionary lies

like swearing revenge on the

last human being,


her cyclical graves.

Do no disturb the mother,

there was weeping here,



cold exorcism burning

long lost burials.

Human Rights Day 2016


I am a human rights activist.

What happened to me

can happen to you.

The toll that this has taken

on my life,

I will take to my grave.


Still I fight.


I do not believe human beings are meant to be controlled. I believe that the last true freedom is our minds, and the last great power is choice.

I only wish to help those who have suffered the worst of what life offers to feel like they matter, to restore lost strength due to horrific life experiences, and to defend and protect the rights and the lives of the wounded and suffering.

Beware of those who use your humanity against you and those who do not take no for an answer. Beware of those who only intervene dangerous situations when it personally affects them, or when they are personally offended.  Beware of those who exert their perceived power to shame, confuse, control, and instill fear; those who create conflict instead of resolving it.

Most of what pollutes and destroys, disempowers and puts us at the mercy of the corrupt is misinformation.

Criminals and authorities seem to think they are at war, but are much more alike than they realize. A lust for power, domination, the use of force, goddamnit, if nothing else, will set you straight.

Most of all, beware of those who use violence to silence, mentally unhinge, discredit victims of violence and those who speak out against an immense collective. Covert, dehumanizing tactics embolden crowds who feel unstoppable with no impending consequences, while they become desensitized to causing others harm, especially with so many to reinforce and justify these atrocities.

The laws of this country protect our right to express ourselves and live how we choose to live. The laws do not protect those who seek to impede these rights. The laws protect the individual’s right to be left alone, not the collective’s insistence to interfere.

Power is temporary.

It fills our heads and our homes with death,

with a profound nothing

a darkness demanding

our blind eyes adjust .


We owe them nothing,

nothing but questions

and resistance.



-Heather Sawaya


Human Rights Day.