Hinder House

Locked away, the man sat with only his thoughts. He ate from the cans he’d packed away, counting down–each bite, each number from the label. The water he’d rationed spilled to the floor in his fit of anger. A candle–dimming, much like his soul–burned away in the corner of his space…. Alone. He spoke to the angels that would visit him. They spoke in ways … Continue reading Hinder House

Lord

BOLD is the word that we use. Bold is the look that have upon our face as we accuse. BOLD is the finger of contempt. Bold is the authority that we claim to hold in our lordly attempt. BOLD is thinking we have the right. Bold is the correction we sternly give to their internal fight. BOLD is not lowly. Bold is the silent killer, … Continue reading Lord

Rise

I think I’ll look for peace today. Not worrying about the panic and the current, stressful way. I think I’ll enjoy the songs of the birds outside my door, and see the beauty in someone that I’ve never seen before. Maybe I’ll catch the sunrise as I’m heading towards the east– capturing the calm that, for a time, had sadly ceased. I think I’ll look … Continue reading Rise

Carried

Her need for excitement has no bounds–no limitations. Each night, the liquor provides for her… Tantalizing sensations. Painted face, powdered nose. Fragrance of flower. She hits the city for a night of needs. For the moment, empowered. Dancing around, drowning in the cocktails of apathy. Her prophecy, fulfilled. She scans the room for the body — masculine and thrilled.   Darkness and desire. The guilt … Continue reading Carried

Late

Foolishly, we wait. Along the roadside of our expectations, we wait for someone to rescue us from our despondency. We wait for the new day to bring the same somethings that have been available to us all along. We wait for a change, to satisfy, with the hope of it staying for more than the familiar sojourn. We wait there, at the shoulder of our … Continue reading Late

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

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

Facade

God knows the secrets we hide. The things hidden from the world, kept inside. A front for the masses, to make one look good, is a mask for our fears — things misunderstood. A day spent in words and expressions to see, is not really all that’s in you or me. The thoughts that you cover from the brother you deride are exposed to the … Continue reading Facade

Subordinate

Flaunting wisdom. Flaunting pride. Flaunting those nagging things we should have kept inside. Flaunting the wealth. Flaunting vanity. Flaunting how they are better than you or me. Flaunting their God — the same One we have. Any chance to flaunt and deliver the stab. Why flaunt the wisdom? Why flaunt the pride? Why does comparison never subside? Why flaunt the wealth and the vice of … Continue reading Subordinate

She And He Almighty

I figured she would start another argument today, instead, she demanded someone definitely should pay! She is miserable, you see, and she needs others to always know that somehow, someone else is the reason she is low. It’s a constant pattern within this woman who never fails to see! The blinded know-it-all, telling all how they should be. He’s a man of honor, at least, … Continue reading She And He Almighty

Silent Answer

Aren’t we all unique? One person hides, another speaks. One has a day of total tranquility, while the other lacks in that particular ability. One is consumed with a raging desire to win. The other expects to lose before they begin. The woman goes out to find another thrill, and the man stays in because he’d rather chill. A simple suggestion from a friend causes … Continue reading Silent Answer

The Great Flood

Drenched. So immensely saturated by the things that hang from me. Losing strength. So much work, so little time. “A break?” ‘………..no.’ I must build the wall before the levee breaks. But, this weight! Clinging like a parasite to the host, slowly draining the life………from….me. Oh God, slow me down! Stop this downpour long enough for me to catch that much needed break….. Oh, look. … Continue reading The Great Flood

The Derelict, They Say

Unless you’ve lived the hurt, you may not know how it is to walk in the melancholy, in a world such as his. The pull of the persuasive; those things of degrees not seen by the onlooker who boldly agrees the inward matches the outward, as they peer at the skin of the withering man wrapped up in that sin. Mistaken, they are, as they … Continue reading The Derelict, They Say

Insomnia Show

The mind never pauses. Even when tired, and during those sleepless nights, it crawls. Pushing its way through the perceptions of senses — firing and short-circuiting. The hare and the tortoise compete. With eyes falling silently closed, the vision of our creative element performs — our personal Hamlet, on the fly. As lids open, the rushing and random remains: ‘What did I do with that……………is … Continue reading Insomnia Show

Heavy Ways

Heavy is the weight of the trials; the load that is carried throughout the long walk of miles. Heavy is the stressful life we find; those demands and strangling hands of a love lost, never left behind. Heavy is the decision one wishes could have been different; the choice in a moment they are now sickened by, as it fell short of efficient. Heavy is … Continue reading Heavy Ways

Cynically Sinless

We worry about the day — our choice and our way — questioning ourselves, anyway.   We look through our own eyes — we judge ourselves; we chastise — and we find things we despise.   We take a closer look — into the heart the world took — and see that we are far from our good book.   We hate ourselves as we … Continue reading Cynically Sinless

The Christmas Saunter

He walked right by us with his head hung low. His heavy bags of belongings were busting. No one looked up to acknowledge him. His odor was disgusting. Just behind our backs after passing, he turned to us to say, “Do you know what Jesus gave to each and every one of you today?” Dumbfounded by his question we just stood there, silently. Perhaps we … Continue reading The Christmas Saunter

Thoughts Of His Own Making

“No words to express, no substance to digest, no opinion to contest, no view from you to ingest… I sit dormant in the morn.   Not a single thing to say about this season or this day, not even a suggestion coming from your way is regarded as okay… I’d rather sit and sulk in scorn.    Pity myself, I will. It’s become such a … Continue reading Thoughts Of His Own Making

Sum Of Us

Everybody copes — one prays, one mopes. Another spends their time shooting dope. Everybody dies — one of the natural , one from the lies. Another finds the way to commence suicide. Everybody has a pain — one is the physical, one is whom they blame. Another uses it to maintain. Everybody lives — one takes, one gives. Another purges themselves of their sins. Everybody … Continue reading Sum Of Us

Teach Me, O’ Lord

Benevolence — the true reason of His. Loving from our core because we understand this. Not a sappy love or the emotion we know. Not a sexual love or the feelings that grow. It’s selfless and sacrificial. What we tend not to be It’s Agape love and with Him, we see. We notice our heart and its controlling ways. We look past all our hurts … Continue reading Teach Me, O’ Lord

Greater Is He

How selfish can one be to think that we are only what can be seen? To think that I’m so very blind to the things that you identify? To think that you are so astute… Is their no error in what you construe?   I don’t agree that you and me have irrefutable consciousness when we see. When we view another — a sister or … Continue reading Greater Is He

Speak To Me

We are judged for the ignorance that only God knows Those things we struggle with; the incriminating woes. We expect sympathy and for others to understand, but most only criticize with judging hand. We face the known demon and whip our own back because of the guilt we idolize what we lack. Facing the God of forgiveness through Christ we still want forgiveness so offer … Continue reading Speak To Me

I Have…

I heard a woman behind me speaking as I sat and enjoyed a meal. She was very talkative as she sat there with her parents, and her topics were such a big deal.   As I sat alone, I couldn’t avoid her boastful chatter. She was drowning out concentration. I tried to read things I was interested in, but all I heard was their conversation. … Continue reading I Have…

As The Heart Pleads

My heart has changed through a way of love I now choose to see the other unfortunately not always but most of the time as a close and respected brother   My heart has changed through a way of compassion I now see the trouble we share I sometimes question why people are hurt but for them I say a prayer   My heart has … Continue reading As The Heart Pleads

Their Futile Rumination

When things are grey, much like the skies over our foreseen days of cabin fever, we look into ourselves. The walls close in. We begin to think of things that aren’t true: Do they care? Do I matter? Why me? Am I as good as I tell myself?   The grey impedes. Shortened days and wearisome nights. Patience restrained. Diving deeper into the abyss of … Continue reading Their Futile Rumination

A Promised Day

Barren as we are Stripped of all we bear Holding breath until the thaw Days pass we empty ourselves We stretch our branches looking for new life in a time not yet here Dying we are closer Weathered by the things that stripped us in those days when life was given in its time Washed away desolate and forgotten Temporary memories of a beauty in … Continue reading A Promised Day

Daft

The toxic grip of others; the hold they have upon the man or woman who is simply trying. Do they find pleasure in control? Do they look to find faults within another, with the hope that their own faults will soon flee them? What a miserable lie to tell one’s self. The damning shame we carry. Our peace is broken apart by the daily pick … Continue reading Daft

Placidity

The peace one can find when not bombarded and worried When the body is easy When the mind is not hurried   A quiet eve by the fire A glass in hand Beautiful music on low so moving and grand   A day with a friend catching up on what has come Two separate lives in the moment as one   A hug from your … Continue reading Placidity

In Layers Of Our Time

The fall of the leaves The lighting of sun’s fire The walk within the forest that I do so desire They bring back many memories of what was for so long in time that will never return with family and friend now gone We had our winsome moments around this time of change in years that will never return and this year it feels so … Continue reading In Layers Of Our Time

Stay Inside

The chilling wind carrying rains of darkness, beating upon the world. It brings the memories of mornings, without; a time when life was much like the calamity outside — no light for sight. No cover for the damp. No insulate for the chilling condition. What if the day brings promising light with the same calamities? Like those days of old.   “Ambient radiance?” No. Just … Continue reading Stay Inside

A Word Or Two

I don’t write for likes, and I don’t look for praise. I do not hope for popularity, but recognition does amaze. It stimulates the emotions. It causes me to dig deep into my psyche and put to word what I have lived. It provides for me a drive to share what I have known. All the ways I have fallen short, as well as how … Continue reading A Word Or Two

Where Are You?

You look towards the heavens for an answer… Nothing. You pray for the healing miracle… Nothing. You ask for forgiveness for being a liar, and patiently wait for those to forgive you… Nothing. You ask God for a sign, just a little something to show that He is there… Nothing. You lose your faith because of the nothings. You looked towards the heavens and expected … Continue reading Where Are You?

No Addition

If we realized that we are forgiven through the Christ who did die for all, we would begin to see our need for Him… Are we still condemned since “the fall“? I have a problem with those who say we must obey in order to be redeemed; in order to be able to say that we are HOLY in the eye of God. As if … Continue reading No Addition

Humbled By Sight

These hands: They are scarred and stained. They carry a number of memories. They’ve held a number of chains, and keys. They defend. They comfort. These feet: They have walked many miles. They have kicked the habits, the enemies to the curb, and they will walk until they cannot anymore. They are holding. This heart: Stressed, yet staunch. Bleeding. Loving through the hatred. Able, and … Continue reading Humbled By Sight

Road’s End

The things that you collect; the idols you protect; the shrines that you have built; the hurts and the guilt; the money put away; the things you didn’t say; the luxuries and gold; the secrets never told; the insecurities that you hide; the humbleness and pride; the love and hate you had for them; the battles you could not win…   You cannot take this … Continue reading Road’s End

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

The Accused

A fear that is always constant as they read the pages of old. The God of wrath and anger. The believer loves to scold.   They see how God destroyed and despised the child He’d made as they carried on rebelling– following the course the serpent laid.   They tell others to obey, not seeing how they fall short in the exact same manner as … Continue reading The Accused

Obscured By Our Clouds

The rains will come Take the trees and make a shelter The body will soil Take these waters and bathe. You will hunger Take these fruits and animals to consume You will tire Rest on my ground. The sun will shine Bask in its warmth You will need it for growth Observe. You will grow cold Take my timber from the rain You will need … Continue reading Obscured By Our Clouds