The Soul, so 'oft times in pain, Has few choices, to be with God again. Once before birth, and after one dies, And during life, which is filled with cries. Cries of love, and being as one, During the passion of love, only then can Two become one. A blessed bird of flight, the … Continue reading When Two Become One
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.
Insults
He was a funny looking kid, no doubt. Tommie's brown hair stood like a scrub brush, pointing to all of the cardinal directions. He wore clothes that always had patches.When he walked, his thin legs appeared to pull his ematicated body along as if they controlled him. The other kids loved to make fun of … Continue reading Insults
Oh My, Heaven? Nothing?
I just crossed over a very short time ago. Don't worry! No creepy tunnel for me. No light to guide me. No old grams and grand dads to welcome me! Nope! First came real pain, and then fear. You know? The kind of fear where you truly wanted your mamma? The fear, just like a … Continue reading Oh My, Heaven? Nothing?
The Four Angsts in Life
In this century, Millennials get a charge of likely living with their parents, shifting from job to job, addicted to social media and more dire accusations. These same Millennials state their heads were filled with false hopes of "being anything they want to be!" Many now in their late 20's or 30's are filled with … Continue reading The Four Angsts in Life
A Soul Filled Morning
The stillness of the night gives way slyly to the reddish hues of the birthing sun. Silence is pregnantly full now while goose bumps flow on my arms. Still to be heard are the birds and squirrels as they too, are still.I wonder if the soul is not like a bubble lying deep in the … Continue reading A Soul Filled Morning
Mockingbird and Christmas Oxygen
Tami, you cannot believe how sorry I am. I cannot make Christmas morning or night. I would have loved to see my little man tear into his gifts. Yet another mistake in a long life of mistakes. My last, to be sure. Here I am. Hiss, I only wish you could see the Crab Nebulae … Continue reading Mockingbird and Christmas Oxygen
WE LOVE THEM
To meet a new soul so unaware as to be a pond without a ripple or stir. And, yet, there he was. Hoping the future would lie with them, a natural thing, one would say.Here a girl, there a boy, but the ones holding them wanting only the best.The future of an unopened book, an … Continue reading WE LOVE THEM
THE PUSH AND PULL OF SOCIAL MEDIA
Regardless of what one thinks of Social Media, it is here to stay. It has become a platform for anyone to communicate, on any level, on any topic. These are mostly Push operations where we are inundated with information at our very fingertips, versus having to manually search for information. In the past, it … Continue reading THE PUSH AND PULL OF SOCIAL MEDIA
NO HOPE IN THOSE EYES
Who are you? What happened to you? Why have you given up so young? Others like me see you. You look down so you do not have to look at anyone. They cannot see the disappointment you feel. Your shoulders hunch forward like you carry the weight of the world, a weight you never wanted, with … Continue reading NO HOPE IN THOSE EYES
CUT A SMILE
My name is Jake. Someone will find my photo in my shirt pocket after I finally give it up, and maybe think the photo is my family, older aunts, uncles, maybe a grandpa. "Ohhh, look at the kindly lady in the first row, I bet that was his mum! And, the gent standing just behind … Continue reading CUT A SMILE
