Rise Again

A collection of thoughts make their way through this tired mind as waking takes its time. Which one to choose; which one to take along for the day ahead? Should it be of the media’s choice? My shortcomings? The gorgeous weather? Ah, to choose–freeing, or binding.   Fog from the inadequate in our lives blinds sight of peace. Focus on the problem, not a solution, … Continue reading Rise Again

God and Man (His War With Self)

Little brains bringing pains Giant pointer The moron blames Better than An upper hand Knock ’em down before they stand     The way I see me and me Your way is dumb You should agree   Human you are Under me by far Idiot Thoughts bizarre   So so blind The tales you find Thinking life is craft By design   Monkey man Think … Continue reading God and Man (His War With Self)

Humanity Harvest

Gathering the nourishment– picking from poisoned bush– we place our selection in the basket of reason. The berry appears so tempting, so ripe, with sweetness to indulge. Juice like wine. Pallet of splendor. The taste of a dream we’d rather not wake from. We knew we were poisoned from the beginning– yet, we ate. We didn’t care. We boldly placed our selection in the woven … Continue reading Humanity Harvest

The Voice He Hears (Part 15)

Michael, maybe ten, was in the street playing with a childhood friend. Anna was the blond with the sky blue eyes. He remembered well. They were the eyes that saw what his father would do to him, when she found them one summer day inside the dugout. It never left Mike’s memory. The recurring dream of the event would come to him throughout his years. … Continue reading The Voice He Hears (Part 15)

Now

Time is nothing Not a thing It has no beginning or end Only defined by what we bring It has no form Yet we see it this way We use the sun The night and day It is used in aging In whats and whens We use it out of context again and again People live somewhere within it In its menacing hold They pick … Continue reading Now

Morning Minding

I know that God is real. Anyone who doesn’t see it must be completely blind. Have you ever looked at the ground and observed the ants crafting their excavated hills — constantly doing their work in order to take care of the queen located somewhere within the ground beneath? Have you? Or, have you seen the microscopic bacteria magnified, observing just how alive they truly … Continue reading Morning Minding

If We Build It…

It has been a very exhausting few weeks. I can honestly say that I have a problem: I’m a workaholic. It could be that I am an addict in the stage of denial (sarcasm), or it could be that I just love to use my acquired skills to create, provide and see the finished product. I just love to use the hands that God gave … Continue reading If We Build It…

Semblance

A little crazed flirting with the images created and then some A little proud presenting to the world a beautiful image that is ugly A little too human for the righteous to consume No thank you given and no extended thoughts of empathy A little love but not much A little validation that which keeps number one number one A godly man of his own … Continue reading Semblance

A Word Or Two

I don’t write for likes, and I don’t look for praise. I do not hope for popularity, but recognition does amaze. It stimulates the emotions. It causes me to dig deep into my psyche and put to word what I have lived. It provides for me a drive to share what I have known. All the ways I have fallen short, as well as how … Continue reading A Word Or Two

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

Waves

Is it all that we are: A grain of sand in an infinite sea of the unknown? A molecular anomaly that emerged from its depths? We use the limited to assume the factual, and we are correct. Until the next correction… We sense the world through a personal percept, –twisting and turning– leaving our vulnerability exposed to only ourselves, questioning our own existence. Create a … Continue reading Waves

Us

Peering into the man who sits in the waking hour I share the thoughts he has and the things that he desires Observing his every motion feeling those aches and pains Looking at the day ahead wondering how we will maintain I tell him, ‘we are only in the now’ but he lives in another time He searches for good reason to dwell on what … Continue reading Us

Superficial

What kind of love is defined as you go about your days? Do you view love as an emotion that slowly fades away?   Do you find love in your nights as you hit the bar in town searching for perfect face and body– one night–to comfort the daily frown?   Is love found in the food: pizza, burgers and fries? Do you like what … Continue reading Superficial

Chapter One

Today will be an entire chapter being written in the now Not yet finished-  not completed until the moments have shown me how   Today will be a choice to allow this chapter to unfold Forgetting the words of yesterday forgiving the mistakes its chapter holds   Today is like a breath inhaled, then let go A single, escaping breath a single chapter, not yet … Continue reading Chapter One

Eternal Calm

Silencing the mind hearing the natural sound Peace in the stillness loud chatter all around A cicada sounds its tymbals The bird has its say in their place of the light illuminating new day Why should I worry about the stressors ahead It changes nothing I remember what He said… “Therefore I tell you, do not be anxious about your life…” He goes on to … Continue reading Eternal Calm

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

We Are Stardust

I think it is just fascinating that we are made up of the things the cosmos contain. It’s intriguing to observe the true contents of our flesh and bone structure. Almost 99% of our bodies, according to the Wikipedia website, are constructed of oxygen, carbon, hydrogen, nitrogen, calcium and phosphorous – the same elements found throughout the entire universe. Awesome! What’s even more intriguing, even … Continue reading We Are Stardust

Writers Cramp

No words to express the feeling No wisdom to share No junk cluttering the mind waiting to escape waiting to be typed out Nothing to bring others the encouragement the entertainment the inspiration A break from the normal is welcomed The roadblock is embraced Lifted fingers blank glowing page No glory in this collection of thoughts No desire to speak No battles within to project … Continue reading Writers Cramp

Ashes To Ashes

Saturday night alone Just me and the thoughts at hand Reading the writings of my father His pen, his marks, scribbled firmly onto his yellow sheet I sit and stare into the fire The mysteries pass before its light My dad: no longer like the wood that fuels the flame like the thoughts that passed away with him like the pen that scribbled his voice … Continue reading Ashes To Ashes

Digging Our Own Hole

The habit of dwelling on the negatives was a daily necessity; an absolute need. For the great majority of my life, I had to remain focused on the limitations. If any sort of possibility presented itself, I would quickly shoot it down. I sit this morning and remember a time in my personal life when my self-esteem had me in the clinches of shame. The … Continue reading Digging Our Own Hole

What I’ve Seen

I was going through some of my pictures this evening. Some are very personal. Some are things that I find interesting. Some are just images I have captured throughout my days. I hope that you receive something from them. Blessings to you! (Copyrighted Images)               Continue reading What I’ve Seen

Arising

Our front porch is probably one of my favorite places to experience peace. The morning has much to tell from this little place of comfort. If I could express in words all of the constant chirps that surround the area. It’s like a symphony of harmonious chatter; a natural beauty that is created by God’s amazing creatures. We have many trees that shelter our families … Continue reading Arising

Rationalizing

It’s funny, how I try to justify, make sense of and conclude. It’s a never ending cycle. The many different things that I go over within my personal life; the very things that make me who I am. Those things are viewed through a, sometimes, very broken and smudged lens, while other times it is as clear as a summer morning without a cloud in … Continue reading Rationalizing

Hearing His Voice

“That’s just a coincidence.” “You really think that was God? Man, you’re delusional.” “Your conscience is leading you. That’s not God.” “There’s no God. Why would he allow all of the wrong in the world?” “God loves me, no matter what your Bible says.” Perhaps you’ve heard, or thought, or have believed some of these things? I read an interesting piece another blogger had written … Continue reading Hearing His Voice

Marred

A keen eye for detail. A very, almost obsessive-compulsive, distinguished habit of fixing every little feature of a task. I recently found a picture my mother or father had taken of me drawing cartoon characters. The specific time is something that I vividly recall. I was around five years of age and had received a ‘how to’ book which taught the basics of character sketching. … Continue reading Marred

The Walking Dead

Sometimes I see dead people walking among us. No, I’m not talking about the spirits of the dead, or demons, or figments of my imagination. Not a hallucination or a symptom deriving from a mental disorder. I am talking about the living and functioning human being. Already dead, on his or her feet. I have an acquaintance who is filling himself with harmful things. A … Continue reading The Walking Dead