My Branch, My Piece of Heaven The sun ignores the leaves, while I tuck in a bough far above the ground. The old limb moves gently, slowly in the breeze. While I think of my life and how fresh I am. I see the grass below in lazy gaze, with my hands tucked neath my … Continue reading My Branch, My Piece of Heaven (with Audio File)
Author: ramblingsfromanunpavedmind
I embrace an eclectic life, tastes, and friends. I love to listen to people - to induce speaking of their past. Sometimes, their voices end in my writing. For grammar perfectionists, allow me to apologize in advance, as I write for the casual reader, not the professional. 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.
Truth Lost- Can it be Found?
Truth And, when there is no reason to lie, And, when there is no guile And, when the heart and words flow as one together Like a newborn soul in this world, of sudden light and sound and pain, That new soul knows of no lie or guile When a soul only knows comfort or … Continue reading Truth Lost- Can it be Found?
Lie About Me
Will they lie about me after I am dead? I do hope so. Some will tell how horrible I was, some will tell how wonderful. I hope someone has the warmest memory of how I did this or that for them, I do. I hope someone might really feel me though I am gone. But, … Continue reading Lie About Me
Sunrise, Sunset
Sunrise or Sunset Birth with no written pages or A Canvas filled with a past, Richly composed of countless smiles and dead ends. A life filled with love lost, versus loves unknown Sunrise or Sunset?
Present Day Romance
Present-day romance, "I spent time easing my way to her bed and moved just inside her reach. I sat softly, and without speaking, with the lightest of touches, eased her mask just from her nose. I paused, staring deeply into her eyes, and when they told me, my fingers caressed her mask and moved it … Continue reading Present Day Romance
A Beginning, A Grandmother’s Chaw
Grandmother was chewing her tobacco, one cheek more prominent than the other. She had always had a spit cup in her left hand, almost like it was an appendage. She couldn't look at me. She had a chaw on her heart more challenging than the one in her mouth. "I was there, boy, the morning … Continue reading A Beginning, A Grandmother’s Chaw
Sitting On a Barstool
Tell me a story. One, you can't tell your momma or your priest.It might even be one you do not want to tell the mirror.Right now, I am where I am supposed to be, and so are you.The world is turning round and round, and people are living and dying.But, I am sitting here, looking … Continue reading Sitting On a Barstool
The Strings of Mephistopheles
Come on, Meph, you said you wanted to pull strings.You were so happy with the corruption before when the ones in power did everything you wanted, and the young ones swayed back and forth and smiled and felt so good about their votes, your votes.Why the long pull on that ancient face now?All our friends … Continue reading The Strings of Mephistopheles
Listen to Ya Momma
To all of you, stop listening to the crazy people. Hear your momma's voice in your head. You are only as good as your word. You are known by who you hang out with. And, truly, if Billy jumps off the bridge, will you? Don't believe all that these so-called experts want you to believe. … Continue reading Listen to Ya Momma
Your Fear is Mine
I found your fear. Left in the gutter of your mind discarded by inaction and ignored by the future. I found truth after a long time of silence. I found my God buried between the pages of the noise I hear everyday. I found my courage when I had to protect someone weaker, lost and … Continue reading Your Fear is Mine
