Thinking back... it wasn't so bad being alone. Although, I might be mistaken because now I am not alone and the memory of my past life living alone for so long has faded more than I am probably aware of. I remember I got drunk an awful lot. And, that part was pretty cool... it … Continue reading Thinking back
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
In the park the trees were greener the sky was bluer the birds were happier and the dogs barked and the cats meowed much better when we used to walk together and talk god was there. all I have now is memory of you and this bottle of wine and one long stemmed filled glass … Continue reading This Bottle of Wine
we want life to have a happy ending. we learn the hard way. you don't know what's going to happen next in life. all we have is this moment without knowing what's going to happen next. and, what is life without people? I know it's lonely for I learned I wasn't an island... you surely … Continue reading A Happy Ending
There is madness in those who love broken things broken people a world through their swollen eyes the road travelled no way to go home through all the magical and the terrible thorns the only thing some of us know is best left unfixed nothing there to love everything of which lies underneath to shun.
I slept like an unclean pig in a blanket. Oink. I fly as birds do where they will. I'm dead like a tree trunk filled with termites. I revel in your private obliqueness. it is mine to unravel as I will. I straighten my mind's eye seeing what you see at your fingertips. I sit … Continue reading I sit soundly in your chair
her relationship with common man was simpatico; resting together like butterflies upon flowers in a field of dreams fluttering their wings in the morning sun. her power usurped by its own femininity was that simple. in strict manner of ipso facto 'the secret of life became no more than living it'. yet, she unwittingly lived … Continue reading Simpatico
I was walking in the park at midnight making my way to the park bench sitting there looking at the street light flickering like it was about to burn out in the middle of the night. the light would dim and then get brighter and go dim again. shadows come and go slow faces show … Continue reading Walking in the park at midnight
Halves and have not's circling friends crowded squares tied in knots breaking bread spilled wine abounding fire short on time northern spirit southern court eastward defiance flamed appearance masters in ignorance all's behind you nothing in name coming to get you cut you into halves a whirlwind spirit sucking up souls.