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

Inside Out

Everybody hurts. This I know. I’m hurting lately. This face does show. Not entertained. Temper is short. People are annoying. Emotions contort. Tired of religion. Fed up with the Church. I’m looking for Him. Worn out from the search. Routine is redundant. Weather does suck. Sunsets aren’t peaceful. Down on my luck. Real talk this morning. Don’t need your prayer. It helps to write. Don’t … Continue reading Inside Out

My God, The Gods We Make

We don’t make God our god, rather, we make the ideas of Him our god. We make the things that satisfy: feelings, emotions, beliefs, and our fixes for what is craved. The objects. The physical. The lessons learned. We use the gods to depict God, much like the image of Him we see in Cathedrals. Like the stone figure at our graves… We dig through … Continue reading My God, The Gods We Make

Morning Meditations

In the morning, I usually sit at our kitchen island, on a bar stool. Throughout the island are little remnants of our lives: various papers, pencils and pens, bills, keys, wires for devices, magazines, and this laptop that I use to write. Although we have five here, I find myself alone in this early hour. The kids are asleep, one is away. My wife is … Continue reading Morning Meditations

Awaiting

As a silent observer, I often view my world from the outside. In other words, I take the time to examine myself — the practicalities, emotions, responses, etc. Being in tune with me. This morning, I have been observing a recurring, personal fact. This post may be considered a bit morbid for some, but I tend to write from my heart. I often think about … Continue reading Awaiting

Kill The Messenger

I’m tapping out! You win! Go ahead, freely lie to the world! Carry on with your sin! It’s okay, I guess? No longer a problem here. Just remember who told you when consequence draws near. Tell others they’re safe from the game men have conducted while your life falls to pieces due to fools you’ve entrusted. Do you need security? A safety net? A social … Continue reading Kill The Messenger