I woke with a worry, I did not know who I was, but I saw you and felt the earth, I knew where I was, so glad you saw me, just a bit of cheese to cause the dream and upset, just a bit of fear that caused my startle, But I knew you were … Continue reading Never Alone
Timmy, as you leave your boyhood behind, let me tell you about the world and where I would like you to be. I know, I am old. You know it. But, along this path of life and misery, I have learned a few things I need to share with you. Now, you have all the … Continue reading Respect Earned
Do your friends seek you because they need something heavy to carry? Do your friends come to you when they need to talk? Do you have those friends that never seem to worry about you, but they know you have their backs? Who are your friends? Who listens to you? Who calls you and worries … Continue reading Giver or Taker?
My friend, my voice, my heart, can I hear me? All, I have,,, me. You? No guile. No lies. No distrust in me. Love? Trust you? My heart in your hands, my life in the open? Naked pain? Love on a razor, sliced in balance, survive your love, my heart.
Acceptance, what a newborn seeks from his mother, while suckling, What anyone of us seeks from our friends. What we seek from religion and music and art. What a person without a home seeks to look someone in the eyes and that person looks back, What any animal looks for in other animals. Acceptance. To … Continue reading Acceptance
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 budds 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 … Continue reading Ray Charles and Chocolate Sunday
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
Stage hands brought the house lights up, sliding those long electrical handles to make it brighter and safer for the departing ticket buyers. I knew the show was over. My high, my ride, the feeling of God in the house, was now gone, the set was complete. But, something still rang in the house, a … Continue reading My Last Time to Soar
Shhh, Marley, please don't move. God is likely looking for me again, and I want to rest for a bit afore he finds me. Now, shush your crying, be still with me. This box is a good bit below ground. No one can see us. I kind of like it here in the dark with … Continue reading In the Quiet of the Dead