That thrill of the hand The one that cups mine in strong and warm embrace And, I accept it Knowing at that moment, it is the most important The most intimate, touching my soul, my trust It scares me, while loving me That moment of human touch, The bridge beginning in fear, ending in the … Continue reading My Hand →

Met a young one tonightNo guile, no lies, never thought of what I could do for him! The quiet exchange between our souls, His smiles were without a thought, they were natural, spreading from East to West. In me, he saw a friendly soul, someone wishing him the very best. His future is wide open … Continue reading Along the Dirt Path of Life →

You all know that sometimes when you walk from one point to another in your flat or house and touch a doorknob you get shocked! One might drop ones drink or call out in profanity because of that electrical discharge, and it hurts! Be wary you carpet people! Or, You sexy silky underwear people! You … Continue reading Old Energy →

There is the Naked viewThe one of you, that you do not show the world The real you, that inner you, that only your dog or cat truly sees others avoid You keep it from your hubbie, because he is an ass You kept it from your siblings, because they were in the past You … Continue reading The Naked You →

Unexpected, the slow wakening from slumber so deep, That moment, when you do not hear the world, fear not the world, see not the horrors, Just that moment, when your dreams have slowly withdrawn their fingernails and your waking has not been assaulted with the screeches of mankind. A Moment cradled with no worries, no … Continue reading A Moment With Peace →

Introductionby Jake Willardauthor and surgeon Hello Reader Underground publishing, has unique advantages for someone like me since I am now serving double life sentences in what we call the CTC or Colorado Territorial Correctional facility. The CTC is a prison, like any other lock-up, giving people like me a Doctorate in Crime, while making you … Continue reading A Surgeon for Society →

He was a funny looking kid, no doubt. Tommie's brown hair stood like a scrub brush, pointing to all of the cardinal directions. He wore clothes that always had patches.When he walked, his thin legs appeared to pull his ematicated body along as if they controlled him. The other kids loved to make fun of … Continue reading Insults →

I just crossed over a very short time ago. Don't worry! No creepy tunnel for me. No light to guide me. No old grams and grand dads to welcome me! Nope! First came real pain, and then fear. You know? The kind of fear where you truly wanted your mamma? The fear, just like a … Continue reading Oh My, Heaven? Nothing? →

The stillness of the night gives way slyly to the reddish hues of the birthing sun. Silence is pregnantly full now while goose bumps flow on my arms. Still to be heard are the birds and squirrels as they too, are still.I wonder if the soul is not like a bubble lying deep in the … Continue reading A Soul Filled Morning →