Early in his life, Timmy had no aspirations of grandeur, when living day to day was everything. He came from a single parent home, a mother, that had little time to coddle or hug him.  His mother, Marian, struggled to keep the lights on and food in the house.  She stayed alive, only to keep … Continue reading Almost, Somebody, A Ghost Story (Just for Halloween) →

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 →

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 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 →

Tears of a young one, fed from fear and hunger, missing the support of Mother. A cry that calls for help in life.Tears of an old one, fed from a life of mistakes fueled from pride, supported by few. Tears of desperation, hoping someone listens to the final beats, as the night closes heavy.All tears … Continue reading Tears of Life →

And, a mother fought to birth you, lost in her moment of life and death. She struggled to feed you, in your moments of helplessness. And, she wanted to teach you, as your self fought against her. And, she wanted to be proud of you, as your arrogance said, "I make my own way." And, … Continue reading Afterlife →

Lost. In the Dark. Fueled with fear and doubt. A hand reaches out for me. Holds my desperation in contradicted fingers, cradles my loss, accepts my head and shoulder. Never judges, rejects or criticizes. I am cared for. I have been warmed. I feel accepted. Not alone.

All the neighborhood gang stood around in the dirt choosing sides, while the summer sun eased our pores open and sweat rivered down our necks. Passing clouds were lazy as the wind was slow, and the insects were present and loud. A few ball bats lay on the ground, while the one baseball was in … Continue reading Choosing Sides →

Thrice I have "died", twice to "return"Each time with less, like wall missing mortar and brick. The brace still there, though not as true. The love in heart still strong, but the future light is less. Every love we lose takes a bit of rock out of the run. We have the sand to wake … Continue reading The Mortar in My Wall →