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
Category: Heart
Spring
How many more for me? Warm, leisurely fingers drape across the day, moving the buds in the trees and seeds of the earth to come to, move and grow, while colors burst anew, as the shadows of the trees shorten then lengthen. The gray and brown of cold has been chased by wonderful greens and … Continue reading Spring
Behind my Door
Yes, I live in darkness.I know the light is out there, and is bursting, but I stay in here. I will not open the door. I live alone. Not of fear, but one of comfort, as I know how I will wake tomorrow and the passing of my day.I am not afraid of the bullies … Continue reading Behind my Door
My Branch, My Piece of Heaven (with Audio File)
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)
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?
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
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
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
The Mortar of Our Lives
Thrice I have "died", twice to "return" Each time with less, like a 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 … Continue reading The Mortar of Our Lives