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

Front and Center

You count the sins you see the death that they bring It makes you look down upon yourself and others as you ‘joyously’ sing You punish yourself you throw yourself down at the altar begging and pleading You are prayed over babbling and believing then, told to catch up on your reading It’s time to feel terrible again time for the preacher to condemn Pass … Continue reading Front and Center

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

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