Left of Venus

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.

Just 30 seconds God

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 buds 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 to know".I … Continue reading Just 30 seconds God →

Musings of a lonely Heart

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 →

Forward

I saw myself, I heard my voice, but then I listened to you. Do you know the way? Right now?'Cause, I can sit right here, in the sun, and love and hear. Give me your silence, and I will fill the vacuum with me. I will lead me forwards because your fear is like constipation.I … Continue reading Forward →

Poor Me

The song is old, tired, and without notes or harmony.Poor me, The refrain repeats and repeats.Poor me,The beauty of the world is awe-inspiring The love in the world is like a waterfall,So, why do we listen to the disembodied looking for a reason for a "free ride"?Poor me.I am too lazy to try, too stupid … Continue reading Poor Me →

The Quiet Child

The quiet child looks around him and sees he is lacking. Why is he different, so alone from all children laughing?The other children's Eyes flush with nurture and things and food? Teachers look towards their charges, sees a line, and knows the quiet child is in darkness.He lowers his sight from hers before she knows … Continue reading The Quiet Child →

Honeysuckle Vines and Sheila

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 long … Continue reading Honeysuckle Vines and Sheila →