My friend, my voice, my heart, can I hear me? All, I have,,, me. You? No guile. No lies. No distrust in me. Love? Trust you? My heart in your hands, my life in the open? Naked pain? Love on a razor, sliced in balance, survive your love, my heart.

Acceptance, what a newborn seeks from his mother, while suckling, What anyone of us seeks from our friends. What we seek from religion and music and art. What a person without a home seeks to look someone in the eyes and that person looks back, What any animal looks for in other animals. Acceptance.  To … Continue reading Acceptance →

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.

I hope God gives me 30 seconds before my last breath, to remember: I want to taste again that first chocolate sunday with dribbles on my chin, my taste budds blowing bubbles at me, I want to hear anew that first AM radio blues tune with Ray Charles dragging on one note, forever, "I want … Continue reading Ray Charles and Chocolate Sunday →

I saw your eyes from your face across the room as they rested on mine. Yours, so brown and bold and cold, mine not used to being seen. I drop my stare to my mostly empty glass, while we both heard the dying strains of the soft duo strumming. Do others know of my blood … Continue reading Musings of a lonely Heart →

Stage hands brought the house lights up, sliding those long electrical handles to make it brighter and safer for the departing ticket buyers. I knew the show was over. My high, my ride, the feeling of God in the house, was now gone, the set was complete. But, something still rang in the house, a … Continue reading My Last Time to Soar →

Summer heat had dried out the yellow dirt making it drift and move on any breeze, preferably into my nostrils, it would appear. Flies buzzed in the cotton plants and the sizzle of my head fed my ears. The heat wafted and changed what I could clearly see into distorted waves that made me stare … Continue reading Honey Suckle Vines and Pain →

All born as blind and useless to a fight All helpless to any All guided and fed by those cherished few closest Yet, our paths are like a Spider's web, Too intricate and diverse to predict. "How did I get to here?" The answers lie in thousands of good and bad decisions First, a series … Continue reading Hidden in the Time I have Left →