Softly, the wind pushes the limbs and the leaves of the sycamore, and sound rattle for all to enjoySlowly, slyly, our little ones wake up to the ones to carry on, to sing the song Who was the breeze to push you along? Who saw a promise yet unborne in you? Who was that little … Continue reading That Little Push
Author: ramblingsfromanunpavedmind
I embrace an eclectic life, tastes, and friends. I love to listen to people - to induce talking about their past. Sometimes, their voices end up in my writing. For grammar perfectionists, allow me to apologize in advance, as I write for the casual reader, not the professional readers. My passions include my family, music, working in electronics, mechanics, stone, and concrete. Better to know a little bit about everything than everything about one thing. Quote from Pascal.
Songs with Hate
There are songs with Hate in the title, but there are not many and most are a modern day invention.Hate is a full-blown emotion that does not allow for the intrusion of facts.Facts do not matter to the Hater!A Hater just wants to destroy that which she or he hates! I am curious? Haters? Why … Continue reading Songs with Hate
El Burro Rojo and The Star People
You see this Burro Rojo? Built for strength I am, to bear the weight of others. My betters, my lot. This back built for gente estrella, light and thankless though they are. My now cracked hooves were built to protect lesser and weaker than me. This I have done many times, though forgotten is my … Continue reading El Burro Rojo and The Star People
What Could Have Been
Wisps of a mist of what I used to be. Barest of breaths of what I might have been. Lost to the waters of yesteryear. Surrounded by now of what I have to own. Facing my broken vessels of my present. My dreams, your dreams, of what could have been, Lost to wisps of mists
My Hand
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
Along the Dirt Path of Life
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
Old Energy
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
The Naked You
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
A Moment With Peace
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
A Surgeon for Society
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
