Memories of past hues I thought I knew that was then when we were through looking back through a worn door's crack drowning in beer remembering you what love was forgetting even more than that since years gone back I still drive the car we drove to our fatal wreck painted blue.
this magnetism pulls on opposites tearing its own seams fire and ice desire and hate absorption into one another disintegration transformation falling into pieces.
this is my life welcome to it I get up I do what I do after I get up early to feed my pets often, I go back to sleep it is I wake once more (because my dog has to be let outdoors numerous times throughout the day because he is old. I do… Continue reading It hasn’t dropped yet
Beauty is in the heart of the beloved the beloved is the eye of the beholder.
laughter. beauty. respect. nature. children. friends. giving. compassion. a life lived well, is a better life for others.
It's a plastic key which turns that tumbler in the metal lock break it off play it safe take the word love evolves in its own timeline with a shifting elusive everchanging understanding from youthful love to enduring love love, long seasons of drought long seasons of change grows wings flies away comes back to… Continue reading Tumbler
untold stories. eons ago. the unfaithful. those who broke hearts. memories gone, sealed in time. lost love, memories gone belonging to he who has long been dead? what of past conscience? we will never know justice. all pain is forgotten. all lovers forgotten. all asleep and sleep forgets. yet, is all forgiven? time heals. time… Continue reading To Those who broke hearts
Simple. when love is there you know it... there is no question when it is there. no doubt. easy goes as the sun is yellow, the sky is blue and the breeze is warm. there is no question of love. there is nothing hard about it. you know this when you are old and gray.… Continue reading When love is there
you never got what you really needed from old mom and dad back on the farm. but, you continued... deciding life must go on. with that pitchfork in your hand you went back to your chore of shoveling that hay to all those horses and cows. and, then you realized at some point that 'falling… Continue reading Falling Short
never saying hello. never saying goodbye. not a word spoken. infatuation in vain. secret feelings never coming to fruition. the unattainable are not available nor ever will be. so many who are available so willing to take their place in a world where 'nice' is never sexy. funny how scarcity rules so many in their… Continue reading Those Secret Feelings