A Man—No More Than A Dream

I knocked on my father’s door at the end of the hall last night. I knew that it was his apartment because of the items outside of his door. He didn’t answer at first, but he finally did. As he appeared, his mostly naked body stumbled backward as he let me in. His nose clearly had been broken, his words were slurred, and his eyes … Continue reading A Man—No More Than A Dream

Substance

A few nights ago, I had a terrible nightmare that was all-consuming. Do you ever have that type of dream that is lucid and so realistic that it seems as though it is actually happening? Where you wake the next morning, questioning the true reality of your existence? Well, this nightmare was one of those. I suppose it had been the questioning of certain aspects … Continue reading Substance

Wilted Woes

Spring is returning. The budding life — for a time, lying dormant — is rejoining the world. The sun creeps to its higher position, forcing the land to transitions. The voice of bashful life is practicing new song… And, for me, the dormancy remains.   Why is it not as rejuvenating as the last spring? Is it the load that has been carried since the … Continue reading Wilted Woes

Gone

The fragmented memories fall to the wayside as the mind is subdued with age. The innocence of the youth–written in chapters before– deeply covered with numerous page.   The life once shared with the forgotten. The days of smiles and laughter, now silent. All of the people they can’t remember the names of. The reason why he or she became violent.   All of it … Continue reading Gone

On Fear Street

The haunted houses I used to visit were some of the scariest places on earth. The homes were filled with the same things that you could find within the usual home: pictures, appliances, furniture. The parts of the familiar when it pertains to daily necessity. Pretty lively places, overall. At certain times, though, the demons would manifest. The fiend would take on many forms. A … Continue reading On Fear Street

Collaborate

I passionately choose to discuss the subject of divisions within His Church. The last few posts I have written, as well as several prior, attest to this. For the last couple of days, I have chosen to not put anything into word and just observe what unfolds. Sometimes, too much focus upon one subject can obscure a vision that is waiting to be seen. It … Continue reading Collaborate

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

The Resonance Of His Voice

My dad has been gone for all of these days and I am seeing him now in many new ways I see my father in reflections and behind the closed doors I see him on the streets and in empty drawers He drove by me one day but it wasn’t him Perhaps he waved at me with my thoughts at whim I heard his voice … Continue reading The Resonance Of His Voice