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 … Continue reading Sitting on a Barstool
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.
Dancing in Life
She won't tell you of her past unless she really knows you. Her loving eyes will dart around you, but not look directly. The pain must have been early and often. Though even now, someone hurts her, making snide remarks about her hair, her curves, her laugh, her heart. With her kind eyes and sly … Continue reading Dancing in Life
In Loving Earth
Grounded by the carpet of sparkling immensity above me, I feel small. Lost in an ocean of humanity, I am swept away. Praying for a touch of a hand to ground me, to hold me, I wait. Still, my heart is alone and drowning and wishing. Feeling for God, for the very reason to be … Continue reading In Loving Earth
My Left Hand, your Neck
April, I would have my left hand behind that beautiful neck of yours My eyes locked into yours, deeply, with nakedness of my soul. You, and I take a few more breaths, my left hand on your neck. You need my kiss to close the deal. I want a kiss to start my heart once … Continue reading My Left Hand, your Neck
The Puppet Masters
The horrid power ones tell us they are right and we should believe them. All tell us they know what is best for you and me. Do they? Why they? The putrid souls of the horrid ones lead us astray. We struggle from day to day to make life for our children, while they wear … Continue reading The Puppet Masters
You do Want Respect
A New Rule, that is actually an Old Rule If you want me to respect and listen to you, you have to respect and listen to me. Otherwise, I will be forced to consider you someone I do not respect, Nor Will I listen to you. My silence and cold stare will let you know … Continue reading You do Want Respect
A Sudden Change in Softies
Who am I writing this for and why? Oh well, it is something to do. God gave me an ounce of talent with a ton of 'want to' from before. But, now I find myself the best singer, poet, teacher, politician, and suddenly it is only my opinion that matters. No regrets there. I am … Continue reading A Sudden Change in Softies
The Destination
The ribbon of my drive runs on, black asphalt, winding a slow uphill grade. My truck needs a lower gear. Eyes peeled for critters running in front of me to their suicide, my gas foot more ready for brakes. That old red sun makes me want to look down, instead of ahead. All the while, … Continue reading The Destination
Mule Whip
Old William had hands that had a life of their own, a story, a song, and you wanted to hear it. I wanted to hear it. The scars on his hands told some kind of story I had never heard. One of suffering, one of work, one of living. Maybe the most important one of … Continue reading Mule Whip
My Life, My Loves
While the world cries for diasters and death, let me sound the song of life and loves. A coin of life has two sides, one of failure, one of life, though none of us have promise of life without failure. Let me praise breath that I have, thanks to the loves I felt, while my … Continue reading My Life, My Loves
