I learned something that might help a few of you out there. A very intelligent friend educated me.... I was actually depressed about the emotional charge and deep division in this country. What had caused it? Changing topics, just for a couple of analogies. I love Stevie Ray Vaughn. Others of you may love Eric … Continue reading AN OPINION ON PASSIONS
Month: October 2018
THE SEA AFTER I DIE
A lifetime of struggle I spent Pushing the rope and the boat Sometimes the winds helped me, Oft times not Still, I pushed off to sea everyday when the tide let out And, I tried to come in as when the tide helped me Drag my net, I did, as much as it let me … Continue reading THE SEA AFTER I DIE
HARMONIOUS APATHY
I had this dream. A dream of soft and warm ocean breezes. The surf and waves making the most delightful lapping sound, the breezes rustling my hair. I dreamed everyone loved everyone, embraced their brownness, blondeness, their differences. We had the same religion surrounding Lotus Flowers. We all had the same music and language. … Continue reading HARMONIOUS APATHY
MY INTERVIEW WITH AN ANGEL
"Honestly, why do you think you belong here?" His shaky response, "Well, I never tortured small animals, I tried so hard to help elders, and I paid my bills on time. I did drink a little beer, sometimes too much. But, I turned my life around and did the right thing by everyone I met for … Continue reading MY INTERVIEW WITH AN ANGEL
VENUS IN MY SMILE
Just a touch left of Venus, whilst my fingers trace the moon, and my breath shows as vapor, while I sits all alone, I remember your smile that wrapped me, in a warmth all its own, but now I look left of Venus, while I sits all alone
A BITTER MEAL
Here is a lifetime wasted in jealousy. Jealousy of anyone whose life was more successful than mine. My breakfast was a cup of Bitterness hating anyone and everyone, with just a dash of cream. My lunch was a salad of those that were different from me, lessor, forgettable, useless. For my dinner, I had a … Continue reading A BITTER MEAL
Note to Self
What would you say, to that little prior version of you? That much younger one? The one wearing the Roy Rodgers cowboy boots? You remember, the boots with the heel nail sticking through his skin that he would not tell mama about, knowing she would take them away because she had found the blood in … Continue reading Note to Self
