in my black and white lifeyou are the only thingthat I dream of in colourIt's 4 am and I'm awake.Needing you.To quiet you.To hold you close.To kiss your demons away.To worship at your altar.Yes.In my black and white life.You are the only thing thatI dream of in colour.     

The Myna sang in the heat of the day. Warm breeze blowing through the tall Maasai grass.  The hunter crept quietly toward his prey.  Stopping nose in the air.  Slow step by step.  His movement fluid and determined.  Low grunt, tail twitched. His nose filled with his prey scent.  Eyes flash. Muscle tense. The King.  The mighty African Lion. Charges his prey.  Rolling with huge paws flashing.  The man falls under his weight...

from afarsoft whispersfeel you trembleholding you tightyou live now deepin my heartmy soul on firewaitingwaitingfrom afar   

She came from Saint Louis way. Jungle and farmland for me. From first look knowing she's out of my league.But she stole my heart that hot July day. What can this fool do? But to ride my bicycle by every day. For there was another. For he too was after her heart.  Pedal as if the devil is behind me. Stopping at her car's windshield, taking "his" note. Riding away, Cupid smiling down. His job done.Memories of my courtship.M...

 Breaking news,   breaking newsThe bubbly blonde comes on.Breaking news, breaking news.Snow coming back to OZ.Blowing in from up north.Run don't walk.Bread, milk in short supply.Mothers grumble.Children giddy..The bubbly blonde comes on.Breaking news, breaking news.Snow on the way.Two feet fluffy white.Snow plows at ready.The bubbly blonde comes on.Breaking news, breaking news.Snow staying north.Mothers smile.Children gru...

Today is going to be tough on me.  As I collect Marcie's clothes.  All of my local friends say its time.  Telling myself to donate to the less off. They will get her clothes and coats.   They asked if I needed friends to help.  But foolish me I said I'm good.Really I'm good??Starting in our bedroom, yes ours. Openining her draws.  Stacking clothes on the bed.  Our bed.  Casper watches for a lose string, always her kitten....

Today is going to be tough on me as I collect Marcie's clothes. All of my local friends say it's time, and I keep telling myself to donate so others will get needed clothes and coats. They asked if I needed friends to help, but foolish me said, "No, I'm good."Really, I'm good??Starting in our upstairs bedroom, yes ours. Opening her dresser. Stacking clothes on the bed. Our bed. Casper watches for a loose string, always he...

I wakeI walkI dreamI hurtI eatAlone.Friends talk.Watching my shuffle.Counting the days,Till my fog lifts.Heart bleeds anew.As I shuffle alone.I wake.I eat.Still alone.   

What did I  see first . It was the flies, as they danced in the pools of blood.Nurses hurry about they are the final hope for the wounded .  And the flies wait to start the dance once more.As foolish children we played war.  Funny as I think back there was no flies.  Maybe the flies knew  playing war  brings  no blood.Each hour each day blood spilled pooling on the floor.  And each day the flies came and danced in the blo...

my heart is empty. my heart is stone. not a single crack.   my heart is empty. my heart is stone. not a single crack. nothing ever to grow.   my heart is empty. my heart is stone. not a single crack. nothing will ever grow. no more loss to bear.   my heart is empty. my heart is stone. not a single crack. nothing will ever grow. no more loss to bear. say fuck you cancer.   written in honour and respect. Deborah Jo  Pamela ...

HallwaysHello old friend .I see you haven't changed.Dark and lonely.Shall we walk again.Talk softly I've learned.Our past is never far.Yes we met long ago.Red line to follow.Stealer of sleep you are.Bringer of memories.Where are the good.For you reveal only sad.Walk alone once more.No different than before.Where are we going.Memories of those ahead.Hello old friend.I see you haven't changed.Dark and lonely.Shall we walk a...

White Mother   Great Winter You come during the nightYour white blanket the darkListen to you laugh as you blowInches drift to feetWork your frigid gameLaugh at the puny onesAs you drop another footBrace you, foolish humansDrink your coffee or teaPray at the altar of StarbucksFools AllAs White Mother gifts you all.   

after one week,here are my observations.The Lord works in his way.We are here as long as he wishes.I see Marcie Smith everywhere.I feel you in my thoughts.You feed my soul.You are my guide now on my journey.Took till Thursday to return to our bed.I drink my  coffee as I talk to the news.Casper still looks for you.Your winter cap his newest toy.Hard to eat for one.Way to much time on my hands.Waiting for your Red Cardinal...

by Fuzzy 1954God has a plan that we mortals know nothing about.  As we go about our lives learning the true meaning of life, touching others as they touch you.  Know Gods hand is on your shoulder, trust in him.  For he trusts in you. When he calls one of his angels to his side, don't despair.  Rejoice in the time you had together.  The memories are forever, for that is God's gift to the loved ones left alone.  " Until our...

As the fallen leaves swirl in the street anda northern wind blows tis the season.Once again it's the season of "brotherly love." Santa helpers ringing their bells and wishingone and all a Merry Christmas.The local children pressing hopeful faces atthe Olde Toy Shoppe, watching the displays knowing only good thoughts and deeds.Parents hustling about loaded with packagestheir thoughts of a grand Christmas for all.Sarah and...