And, the stillness of the night, gives way slyly to the red hues of the birthing sun. Silence is pregnant and full now, goose bumps flow on my arms and engorge me during this change. I wonder, if the soul is not like a bubble lying deep in the ocean. Rising maddeningly, striving for freedom, … Continue reading Soul Direction
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Christmas, 2019, a turning point in disrespect
Ahh Don't you feel it? I do. I feel a change in the very air, where my opinion, my thoughts cannot be squashed by those unwilling to allow me to have my opinion, my thoughts. I can say Merry Christmas. To those that are offended, I am sort of sorry, sort of not. My life … Continue reading Christmas, 2019, a turning point in disrespect
Let the Arrogant find God
So many sad and hungry, so many confused, so many refusing, thank you I am not one. Let the poor find plenty, let the lonely find love, let the hungry find bread, let the arrogant find God.
A Wrap of Slumber
Within my wraps of slumber as the northern cold robs warmth from the air, I almost remember my mother, as if she lay next to me there, I want to reach out to her but with limbs just like lead, she turns away from me slowly, just a tiny reach from there. I want to … Continue reading A Wrap of Slumber
Silence Between the Raindrops
Listen, to the silence between the raindrops, The gentle sound of water hitting that old tin roof, But still, in between lies my feeling of solace and peace and wanting, These old eyes look up into the darkness, remembering the youth long gone, the loves I had trashed, and the energy wasted, yet, I … Continue reading Silence Between the Raindrops
Family Season; Good Guests
This is the time of year we begin to gather. First, to eat and give thanks. Then, to eat and give gifts to loved ones. There is one school of thought that says, "I am a guest." Does this mean you do nothing but make a mess that someone else has to clean up? To … Continue reading Family Season; Good Guests
When Two Become One
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 pure … Continue reading When Two Become One
I am Missing
The sound has changed outside our bedroom. But the birds are gone, their little ones grown bigger feathers, learned flight and fled away from here. That beautiful rustling of all the trees is changing as the greens bleed away leaving yellow and orange. The rustling is louder now, somehow more like bones scraping on bones. … Continue reading I am Missing
Society’s Crippling Power Words
A Frog could be described as "any member of a diverse and largely carnivorous group of short-bodied, tailless amphibians composing the order Anura, with a watertight asshole. I added the last four words to elicit an emotional response. It is just a Frog. I was born into poverty. As I grew, I became a funny-looking … Continue reading Society’s Crippling Power Words
Move the Bowling Ball, it is in my Way
Waking, slipping past the softening dreams, feeling the sliding, feeling cheated, realizing you had to slide over the side, take that breath, flat feet on the ground, stand up to your load, meet the day ahead, wishing, to be that little one, met by Mommie, while she cooed and sang and caressed you. Piercing Sunshine. … Continue reading Move the Bowling Ball, it is in my Way
