Minimum Wage

How dirty we are in this world of sin The inevitable blasphemy before we begin We give it our all and think we are clean bringing our good deeds to the forefront making sure they are seen We paint a picture for the rest a Picasso of intrigue Showing others the wonder of our own little league A perfect and holy people so we believe … Continue reading Minimum Wage

Two-Way Street

Tell me, my friend, what it’s like being me Have I forgotten what I had chosen to be? Perhaps–outside, looking in–you know better than me Maybe I’m the one who cannot see? Tell me, my friend, how does life look through my eyes? Does the vision you have speak as clearly as mine? Maybe I should step away and give you my mind and see … Continue reading Two-Way Street

Dilapidated

I sometimes wonder why I am still standing. There is a word I had written on a familiar wall many years ago. The word, “Why” was running through my mind as I stood in a stairwell, staring into the void of my heart. In between a break-up with a woman I had been engaged to and a girl I had nothing in common with, I … Continue reading Dilapidated

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

A Faith in Recovery | Minute by Minute — Ex-Narnian

I’m one of those people who regularly struggle with the basics. Whether it’s faith foundations or life skills, I feel as if the things about the human condition that come so easily to people are a foreign language to me—and I don’t always comprendo. That said, one truth is finally making a lot of sense […] via A Faith in Recovery | Minute by Minute — … Continue reading A Faith in Recovery | Minute by Minute — Ex-Narnian

In The End, Most Of This Doesn’t Matter

I watched my grandfather, who lived to be 93 years of age, lie in bed after his wife had passed. He was dealing with a lot of sorrow after she had moved on to her eternal life. He would just stay in bed most of the time. I had a few limited interactions with him within those few months between my grandmother’s and his passing. … Continue reading In The End, Most Of This Doesn’t Matter