The Soul, so 'oft times in pain, Has few choices, to be with God again.Once before birth, and after one dies, And during life, which is filled with cries. Cries of love, and being as one, During the passion of love, only then can Two become one. A blessed bird of flight, the pure … Continue reading When Two Become One
I am Missing
The sound has changed outside our bedroom. But the birds are gone, their little ones grown bigger feathers, learned flight and fled away from here. That beautiful rustling of all the trees is changing as the greens bleed away leaving yellow and orange. The rustling is louder now, somehow more like bones scraping on bones. … Continue reading I am Missing
Society’s Crippling Power Words
A Frog could be described as "any member of a diverse and largely carnivorous group of short-bodied, tailless amphibians composing the order Anura, with a watertight asshole. I added the last four words to elicit an emotional response. It is just a Frog. I was born into poverty. As I grew, I became a funny-looking … Continue reading Society’s Crippling Power Words
JUNIOR’s BLIND DATE
You know Officer Wenton, since last night, when you handcuffed me and threw me into that patrol car, and then slammed me into this little room, you have asked the same questions. I keep repeating the same story.... Don't I get a Lawyer? So, you are not charging me with any crime? OK! OK! … Continue reading JUNIOR’s BLIND DATE
WITH THE QUIET OF THE DEAD
Shhh, Marley, please don't move. God is likely looking for me again, and I want to rest for a bit afore he finds me. Now, shush your crying, be still with me. This box is a good bit below ground. No one can see us. I kind of like it here in the dark with … Continue reading WITH THE QUIET OF THE DEAD
FROSTY VANESSA
Schnick! The pick danced on the rocks again, and a few sparks leaped from the white granite to die quickly in the cold autumn air. Torrance could see Ice crystals left on the pointed tip of the Pick, as the northern wind came whistling through the Aspen trees further up the slope. "Got to get … Continue reading FROSTY VANESSA
THE CUT OF A SMILE
My name is Jake. Someone will find my photo in my shirt pocket after I finally give it up, and maybe think the photo is my family, older aunts, uncles, maybe a grandpa. "Ohhh, look at the kindly lady in the first row, I bet that was his mum! And, the gent standing just behind … Continue reading THE CUT OF A SMILE
Move the Bowling Ball, it is in my Way
Waking, slipping past the softening dreams, feeling the sliding, feeling cheated, realizing you had to slide over the side, take that breath, flat feet on the ground, stand up to your load, meet the day ahead, wishing, to be that little one, met by Mommie, while she cooed and sang and caressed you. Piercing Sunshine. … Continue reading Move the Bowling Ball, it is in my Way
I Know My Truth
So, why am I telling my own story? Because. I am not famous, never will be. I am not somebody. I missed that train, in the rain, while hoping for Spain. You see, I have an educated friend that judges people based on the way they speak, more than the color of their skin. Quote, … Continue reading I Know My Truth
Da Dream
Da Dream Success and money, and all of it. Yeah, I fell short! You? I did have those moments when I felt happy but layered over by worries of bills, and the baby, the water pump on the chevy was broke. Yet, there were those times when I laughed like a loon, free of my … Continue reading Da Dream
