“Society is a vicious rubber stamp Labelling and assigning camps But love is an illuminating lamp.” — Justin Wetch Copy Share Image
“The pulpit is beautifully furnished and bright But it's rotted in places not seen by the light” — Justin Wetch Copy Share Image
“A real patriot wont pretend everything is fine Sit back in an arm chair and blissfully recline While the streets burn I’ll… — Justin Wetch Copy Share Image
“The scales of justice are tilted by money It's rather ironic but far from funny The powerful get cuff links, not handcuffs… — Justin Wetch Copy Share Image
“Our minds are tinderboxes Hungering to be lit aflame Our stances are paradoxic Preferring cuts to mental pain” — Justin Wetch Copy Share Image
“Welcome to America, a Wall Street Corporation Where the stockholders are rich and own this nation Where cubicle preparation masquerades as education… — Justin Wetch Copy Share Image
“There is no change within a society that does not begin within an individual.” — Justin Wetch Copy Share Image
“Love is dead And we are each to blame When we took lighters over wild flame.” — Justin Wetch Copy Share Image
“There are seven billion faces smiling in as many ways But if I don’t see yours, I consider it a wasted day.” — Justin Wetch Copy Share Image
“I’ve always hated it when authors seem to find joy In killing my favorite characters. With gleaming eyes they toy With turmoil in every… — Justin Wetch Copy Share Image
“I don’t want safety or guarantees— I want a life worth living. I want to jump off a skyscraper And fashion a parachute on… — Justin Wetch Copy Share Image
“As artists, we create the beauty We are too afraid to live out And search, but always fall just shy Of finding what life… — Justin Wetch Copy Share Image
“Society is a vicious rubber stamp Labelling and assigning camps But love is an illuminating lamp.” — Justin Wetch Copy Share Image
“Fate is the cruelest of masters, taking Life when it pleases or at random, handing Rigged decks to whom it pleases, cheating All alike… — Justin Wetch Copy Share Image
“The pulpit is beautifully furnished and bright But it's rotted in places not seen by the light” — Justin Wetch Copy Share Image
“The rays of sun spilled Like coffee into a pot Gently, warmly flowing Almost as an afterthought. The morning dew melted to vapor Rising… — Justin Wetch Copy Share Image
“Love is just two people Plastering perfect masks On each others’ faces; And it only lasts Until the masks crack And the fantasy ends.” — Justin Wetch Copy Share Image
“You brought me to places I’d have never thought to go To a trail near the river Where the water runs slow; To a… — Justin Wetch Copy Share Image
