You face out on the world, with your smile, and your determination But, inside, you fear what comes next You will raise your voice, and you will get mad But, inside, your fear is stronger and louder. The mirror tells you the truth, But, inside, you do not want to face it. Can someone hold … Continue reading Hold My Hand
Tock of Life
Ramblings from an Unpaved Mind Tick There it goes again, Tock, the sound of my life bleeding away Tick, When I thought I had a future Tock, Followed by my desperation of failure Tick My marriage and children Tock My failure Tick My dreams were only children dreams Tock My bubble is now real, and … Continue reading Tock of Life
I can Take It
To the ones with very thin skins, and a past of this morning. I never killed an Indian nor took his land. I never enslaved a Black. Nor, have I have bashed an LBGT. I have bashed Bullies. Don't be a Bully. None of you can blame your father, his father or his father. Each … Continue reading I can Take It
The Great War, and an Old Man’s Cigarette
His skinny legs laid on top of each other, carelessly. They might as well been sticks of wood blown from a tree in the last storm of spring. But, it was winter and cold to the skin. His emaciated upper limbs and center were bent over his legs, laying on them, lying still, almost like … Continue reading The Great War, and an Old Man’s Cigarette
Hoping to be Accepted
While I live I am not always loved While someone hears me They do not always understand me While I feel Others will not accept my emotions Still, I breathe and hope for love, understanding, and clarity. As a human, I reserve the right to be wrong from time to time. Yet, still, I hope … Continue reading Hoping to be Accepted
God Asked me
What is your worth to the world? What makes you other than sand? What did you add to the effort to keep the stars shining and spinning? "Well, I was always trying to help a lessor one!" Common, many millions before ye! "What else?" I tried to help every child crying, lost, alone... "Also common. … Continue reading God Asked me
I Forgot My Lines, But I Have no Fear
The call from the others comes in daily, nightly, lastly, just when peace takes me near sleep and dreams. "Why you? Why are you breathing? What is so special about you?" they ask in Legion. They remind me how many never got free of the womb, how many passed so young, here cancer, there a … Continue reading I Forgot My Lines, But I Have no Fear
Sunday Dust Bunnies
Sunlight falls through the window, warming, caressing the air, turning and spinning the dust particles that catch and shine as they dance on the music of the silence of the room. The smell of the room is beyond stale. Maybe, ancient? Not armpit, not an old shoe, not even bad breath. Something latent. Something that … Continue reading Sunday Dust Bunnies
Scared to Sleep
Private Morgan joined the Army from an act of desperation. Commit sucide or go to war. Choices. He did not want to die, but he did want a future. So, he joined the least popular wartime Army with the least public support, when he felt it was his only chance. He had learned to sleep … Continue reading Scared to Sleep
Ending Horrors
He woke yet again, wearing his few hours of sleep, woven like lead upon his shoulders. And, he knew the weight of hate that waited for him, before he spoke. Yet, he felt more than knew that the hate was his to bear, his to walk though many that could not stand him. Indeed, those … Continue reading Ending Horrors
