Just a touch left of Venus, whilst my fingers trace the moon, and my breath shows as vapor, while I sits all alone, I remember your smile that wrapped me, in a warmth all its own, but now I look left of Venus, while I sits all alone.
I hope God gives me 30 seconds before my last breath to remember.I want to taste again that first chocolate Sunday with dribbles on my chin, my taste buds blowing bubbles at me.I want to hear anew that first AM radio blues tune with Ray Charles dragging on one note, forever, "I want to know".I … Continue reading Just 30 seconds God
I saw your eyes from your face across the room as they rested on mine. Yours, so brown and bold and cold, mine not used to being seen. I drop my stare to my mostly empty glass, while we both heard the dying strains of the soft duo strumming. Do others know of my blood … Continue reading Musings of a lonely Heart
Uncle Vinson was staring off at the setting sun, watching slow moving clouds run their shadows over the green and brown hillside. He was pulling on his pipe, with a bit of smoke and smell spreading outward. I knew if I got too close my eyes would water.I also knew full well, he did not … Continue reading Jealousy
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?
Will they lie about me after I am dead? I do hope so. Some will tell how horrible I was, some will tell how wonderful. I hope someone has the warmest memory of how I did this or that for them, I do. I hope someone might really feel me though I am gone. But, … Continue reading Lie About Me
Sunrise or Sunset Birth with no written pages or A Canvas filled with a past, Richly composed of countless smiles and dead ends. A life filled with love lost, versus loves unknown Sunrise or Sunset?
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
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
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