Nothing Left

The boy of the past who lived in a home where comforts were seldom and while left alone he’d cry for his mother who stayed out all night after her shift she’d head for the light of houses tucked away in the cities and towns to smoke up her poison and then run around a little bit longer to hit up the bars laughing and … Continue reading Nothing Left

Days Of Old

I visit the places from the wonder years — around the streets and drives of my past. Down the walks around blocks once journeyed. Somewhere in time, they still last. A bit older and a bit wiser — I long for the days with Dad. He lived in the heart of the city, and now I see why he had. Peaceful and quiet neighborhoods, little … Continue reading Days Of Old

He Sat Alone

I couldn’t drag the man away… from himself. From himself — long enough for him to take a look. To take a look… to peer into the man that others see. The arrogant, self-centered and proud man. The man surrounded by trophies and awards. The man of importance. He wouldn’t step aside. He wouldn’t come over to the table where my friend and I were … Continue reading He Sat Alone

Setting

The autumn evening sun reminds me of then; The days of the past — I remember when. My life was much different and the moments were bleak. The consequence was not a lesson and inner-voice did not speak. Sequestered spaces in shade with those of my kind. We’d wait for the darkness to alter the mind. Praising and passing our pleasure around. Burying our sorrow … Continue reading Setting

Choose This Day…

The time is now to accept what is true but to not stay there if it is harming you Time is not promised and the days are only so long Take the time within this day to recognize what is wrong How to know what is right is evaluating what is real the things that are your true essence are not the emotions that you … Continue reading Choose This Day…

The Short Distance

Time is not on our side. The clock is ticking–counting down. Life began in a flash, and it ends the same way. We breathe in life, and exhale our demise.   The heart and brain. The skeletal structure. All of the fibers and… the blood.   The imagery gathered by the eyes that examine. The mind that translates. Tasting, touching and feeling; sensing what our … Continue reading The Short Distance

Love Me

She couldn’t love anymore– nothing would ever be the same. She died on that October morning– all of life consumed by shame. The man she called her hero had robbed her of her zeal. He closed the door behind them, and the villain was revealed. Time and time again, his hand would take a little more of the light that once shined brightly in those … Continue reading Love Me