Here I stand bound to you,Chained by history,Restrained by love. Your words strike me,Ripping through my flesh,Marking me with your pain. I alone take it,Welcoming your rage,Encouraging the hurt,All for your comfort. She is rebellious and mocking,Backi...
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Meant To Be
Delightful musingsStanding by the fence that overlooks the ocean I feel the breeze wash over me cooling my hot cheeks and keeping me from burning up with desire It had been an intense night of loving one another and I was overwhelmed at the mind blowing frenzy the sea s...
In My Dream
a series of images...In my dreams, surrounded by luscious green big old forest trees. A light passing through in each every gap of the leaves from a bright full moon above. Flickering lights from fireflies everywhere below. A crow squawking from somewhere afar.A lake in the m...
Tarring trees and the tops of flowers. I never ment to plow reap or sow. God save the flowers from my heavy hands. My heart doesn't laugh anymore it is too hard to open bitter lips. Sealed with an urgent yet quiet kiss, they are frozen. I wonder if she pa...
There was a time I thought that I would live forever Nothing was out of reach The horizon held my hopes and dreams I relished every endeavor. There was a time The wind trailed through my lion’s mane My roar loud and fierce A bounce in my every step Each...
Back to School Challenge: Don't Do Nothing
Sometimes, the world’s troubles can be solved with a quote by Albert Einstein.Thurman appeared to me on a Tuesday, in a wall tile of my newly renovated bathroom. It was a little after six P.M. and I was drawing a hot bath. I perched on the edge of the tub and waited for the water to reach that perfect temperature. I was tired. Worn...
Let us lay by the river side. Let us fall in the land of Jordan. Let us call it suicide. Let us gather the sparrow's feathers. Let us gather them all. Let us deny that we pray. Let us call the Almighty. Let us weep in the raging river. Let us be swept dow...
The sky going round. The rainbows in chains. All you do is blame indigo. What dove have you loved? What sparrow has loved you? And yet you never say hi. I am a chain of rainbows. In my agony I curse my inner sky. I am the undead rainbow. I am a fool and I...
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Love in the Crossfire
Forbidden LoveI watch you from the distance slicing the air with your sword with grace and wielding it with incredible agility my heart pounds at your presence but can you feel me droplets of water from the mist run down my face as I continue my intense surveillance...
For I have earned every one. Each, is a gift from the wings of a flawless valkyie. I have walked the sky for age after age of man. I am THE firestarter. It was I who clashed two riverstones together and that spark never dimed. I pay a somber price under t...
Back to school Challenge: Class Distinction.
“Four inches, Morrison! You know the rule, what should it be?”“Morrison!” “Yes, Sister?” “Your skirt is too short. Kneel on the desk!” Sister Bernadette, The Carmelite Nun who was head of discipline and religious studies for the girls of St. Mary Magdalene Roman Catholic High School, tapped the desk in front of me w...
A Special Moment
Elderly man returns to the school he left seventy three years ago seeking a lost memoryStanding at the school gate, Harry Connor cursed softly. Memory, you damned trickster. A tantalising image had shaped in the furred conduits of his ageing mind. A gem of reminiscence teasingly snatched away, evading his grasp. He had made this journey see...
Your Hand in Mine
Hold my hand as we go upTonight's my turn for spooningyou had a go last nighttomorrow is still comingno worries in our sight Together we're ascendingeach step we're holding handsapproaching near Nirvanait's time for fun in bedYou hold your hand towards mea pinky promise madethat...
My Favorite Sweater
Try not to focus on the things that do not matter, you may overlook those that do.I didn’t even see the nail. It may have been a screw. It didn’t really matter what it was, all that mattered, at the time, was that it snagged my sweater. Actually, now that I think back on it, it was a nail and it was rusty. Clumsily fastened to a tree b...
Will's Mother Worries
A 16th century mother laments her son's strange behaviourI am so worried about Will. Such a disappointment. When I married John Shakespeare, we agreed that we wanted a large family. By the time Will was born in 1564 we had already had two daughters die in infancy. When it was clear that Will was going to surviv...