This Place for MeThis place for me is a mere shell of what it used to be. People have come and gone and the faces are not the same anymore though some familiar ones, they exist in my memory. I kinda, wanna hang out here and shake some trees and see what will be.... See More »
A Question of HimThe people started to slowly walk away as they knew he was the man with the gun I saw the scene and I tried slowly to walk away unseen But to my horror he walked towards me showing me the gun With the gun at his side and his blank staring eyes on me... See More »
I Walk by Heavens LightI walk these roads of life not in the power of my own might no, these days I walk the twists and turns only in heavens light I’ve made my own way past triumphs misunderstood thought by my own hand, no in reality, was, but if not for heavens... See More »
Walking the Valley RoadWandering in the valley Looking for a sign This walking and wondering When will it finally come to an end Been here to many times But not for a very long time Thought I’d never see This place ever again It’s not like it’s hot and sweltering... See More »
Listening to the Rainraindrops falling spilling filling the streams the crevices, the reams raindrops, never ending like tears, crying whining forever asking why, me I hear the rain fall on the outside like the little drummer boy beating and keeping rhythm but the... See More »
I Went Riding in the CarI went riding in the car…and I saw many peoples faces…and as I drove through many different places…some places had fancy houses…whether modern or classic design… some houses looked ugly and some so elegant and cool…like a step back in time…and... See More »
I lost My JobI'm no self starter I'm no leader I'm often a scared little boy dreamer Been that way all of my life I recently lost my job My fault maybe Depends who believes my explanation and reason And I'm here hoping and believing That something is going to... See More »
I write poetrybehind closed doors where no prying eye can see secrets done in out of the way places where no prying eye can see doubts and fears cloud my mind the me that I'd always hoped to be but became just a hopeless dreamer lost and locked away behind cement... See More »
A Confession is All I Can OfferThe silence is deafening I can no longer stand up straight My knees buckle from the strain Pain wracks my every fiber The secrets My secrets I can no longer contain Filed away in no random order They cry to be released into the air The smiles... See More »
What Am I Left WithAs I read my words of long ago I feel the ache in my heart Hope mixed with sadness Wonder and worry A million emotions Calendar pages ticked off Months faded into passing years I’m no longer wishing on the stars Nor looking to scale the highest... See More »
A Rudderless BoatI am but like a rudderless boat circling the waters in the sea of life from the beginning when just a babe loved they told me but why no direction did they show me was told right from wrong how to act respectfully that I needed to keep pace with... See More »
Tis The SeasonTis The Season tis the season of joy and plenty tis the season of those who don’t have any tis the season of gifts and snowflakes tis the season of the lonely and the lost tis the season to make merry tis the season in its madness and hurry tis the... See More »
Love is the Winnerlove wins as the world spins the world is more than just the planet we live on the world is anyone and everyone who lives in it we are the world, we are it’s essence but are we are not all haters and disrupters, killers and rapers though it... See More »
Old and Rustyold and rusty, worn and lived this place used to hold much promise amid the words of life I’d dance and twirl often though maybe crying with those who thought they’d be crying alone oh to be young once so full of hope that a life in all its... See More »
Thoughts of a DayEvery other caller today was a conversation of love and connection and God. The following words followed… Memories shared out of the darkness of death. Connections made I can scarcely catch my breath. Joy mixed with tears; remembrances renewed and... See More »
A Million Rainbowsthere is a time and a season for all things and in all seasons a special place for you exists in my heart loving you brings brilliance like a million rainbow colors to a heart that was always colorless and faded the songs you sing to me bring... See More »
What Love Islove never came easy to me until you came along you gave me a reason to smile a reason to open my eyes and face what my day was to bring love was something others lived day to day and year to year but for me love was merely a concept until you it... See More »
the tepid stillnessthe stillness of the tepid air, cool some though humid still envelopes me like a cocoon the sky is gray this morning with no let up, no chance for change to a sky other than that which exists in the here and now I am aware of my presence, acutely... See More »
living in timeTime consists of moments strung together like pearls on a string. Time consists of seasons and these seasons are in a constant flux of change. Time cannot be contained and saved as one cannot grab a handful of water. We have but one time, this... See More »
night sounds [I Write What I Feel]I sit here alone. The room is dark as it is night. The air outside a sticky warm mess of a breeze passing now and again. The only sounds heard are the assortment of night creatures that tug at the trees speaking a language all their own. I am left... See More »
Stillness and ThoughtAh, a cool breeze if not for just a moment the day is warm picture perfect they say yes it is and I’m taking part sitting in my car windows down the shade of the trees dance their shadows on the asphalt I am waiting here for what I do not know... See More »
There are no stars [I Write What I Feel]There are no stars up in the night sky No dreams to get had No man on the moon There are no stars up in the night sky No grand shooting stars Only blight that only mars The heart that makes a grand gesture Of open arms waiting and waiting some more... See More »
Musings, thoughts and reflectionsI don’t come here too much anymore but something drew me here this morning. As I sit by nature’s side feeling the cool breeze of fresh air mixed with what’s left of the rain, with bird songs in the background, I am reminded of my words that have... See More »
Old Paperback Booksyellowed brittle pages the smell of old and worn stacked in no order on some old bookcase outdoors in an old shanty part of town sits the old antique store stuffy on the inside but I went to that place for the paperback books with the varied... See More »
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