The Foundering

Your said that to yourself yesterday, did you not? That truth that is, again, the lie? You’d promised yourself, and God, that you would not break, but your chance to prove it passed by. You said to yourself it would all end. Repentance is what you labeled your aim. But look at you — back it the same boat. The same sinful act and shame. … Continue reading The Foundering

Memory

The man who broke her heart. The perfect moment in time. The day they plunged into the cold lake after two bottles of wine. The day he lost his fortune, after pissing it away. The night the bridge had closed after her brother jumped into the bay. The long line at the soup kitchen, where they ran out of supply before the man could get … Continue reading Memory

Road’s End

The things that you collect; the idols you protect; the shrines that you have built; the hurts and the guilt; the money put away; the things you didn’t say; the luxuries and gold; the secrets never told; the insecurities that you hide; the humbleness and pride; the love and hate you had for them; the battles you could not win…   You cannot take this … Continue reading Road’s End

Take A Look

So many opinions, so little time, to see the individuality– what is yours, what is mine. Streamline the masses– tell them they’re wrong when the speak a different language or sing a different song. Opinions are not optional to the one who’s talking down in a condescending manner to the one who stands their ground. The proud man walks ahead and waits for the next … Continue reading Take A Look

A Wise Man Once Said…

The wisest of men have no time to look at themselves, to see what they’d find. They are the best at all that they do. Much better than the simpletons, like me and you. Talk over us, they will. Our words are just noise. We are not worthy of these great despots of poise. Lean into their wisdom– you may miss what they say as … Continue reading A Wise Man Once Said…

Today’s Youth Counts

The fingers were used to show this little, undeveloped mind of mine how to count. I remember, “One, two, three…” as someone would point to the fingers on my hand. Over time, I could count to one hundred, or two hundred, or three hundred! You can probably remember how excited you were being able to show the grown-ups how you had learned to count higher … Continue reading Today’s Youth Counts

The Reality Of A Man

Broken windshield and burned out taillights Punched in walls and empty pockets No money for food, just for booze Morning is here What misery can he find? Maybe a negative thought to brighten his day Perhaps a scratch off to cry about after instant loss The world is to blame!!!! Misfortune will come tomorrow Again, and again Nothing to win over a day of peace … Continue reading The Reality Of A Man