One cold misty early morning heard a warning bourne in the air, in an age when, and in a place where no one seemed to have an hour to care or spare. As the days now seem to be growing shorter as well as colder instead of longer and warmer at this turning...
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Feeling my arms brought behind me and bound by heavy chains, as you lock them tightly in place so I can’t move with a lock that has no key. Knowing that no-one except you or I can see those heavy chains that are binding me, as I hear you ask me how long I...
I ain’t losing track of what’s important and I don’t think I will be heading back to where I started, and along the way someone said that life was simple but it sure as Hell wasn’t fair. I just need to follow through and do all that I can for my heart won...
Bob Dylan wrote and did a song called: Rainy Day Women #12 & 39, And nowhere in his song is heard the words: Rainy day, women, 12, or 39. Finding myself waking at the break of day to a coffee scented morning here in Paris, propping myself up on an elbow u...
Sunday finds me in my usual pew awaiting the procession to the altar for the start of mass. As I notice a conversation taking place two or three rows in front of me, just like a scene from Schindler’s List. Which has me recall what they once told me about...
Tannhauser Gate
A Kind of Love StoryStanding here at the foot of these ancient worn stone steps, that lead up to those massive black iron doors of the gate that stands there. Flanked on both sides by walls having rough hewn images carved on them which have been nearly erased and blackened b...
When September Ends,- Walking here in the North Country Fair under grey skies with the temperature dropping to hover somewhere below zero. Walking down the hill that will take me to the “heart of downtown”, I can see across the sheet of ice that is the ha...
Nightsong,- Everything seems to have come crashing down and all things have now come face to face- After having been woken by a deep trembling in the earth beneath my feet that has shaken all the great foundations, as I see lightning strike out on the far...
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The song Barefootin' was a hit in 1965. Robert Parker sang it. It's been covered many times, by many other singers, notably Wilson Pickett, Pete Townshend, and Jerry Jeff Walker. I was thinking of it today. I'm enrolled in classes to learn to dance. One c...
Feeling at times as if I were on the run, and somewhere along the way the skies changed from blue to grey. Causing me to think back to those times and places that were left behind along with that West Texas skyline. Where lights shining up from the Missio...
I seem to have been searching all of the passing days as I make my way down the line, trying to find those things there in my mind as the days slowly turn into night. Remembering when I leaned quietly in a doorway in the shade of the sun’s dark light, and...
Long Black Road
Reflection on LifeSitting here remembering some of the things that they used to tell me: About the fact I ain’t goin’ nowhere unless I got up early in the morning to realize all of my responsibilities while shouldering a heavy load. And be able to accept, and face reality...
What is the Smartest Letter of the Alphabet?
A sort of silly poem I had to write as part of a Creative Writing course I took in 10th grade.I imagine it to be the last in queue: a line first, then a diagonal cross that leaves you astonished, amazed that later melts into a familiar line, just a simple little line. almost as knowing as a human, it can hide very well; its siblings s and c are me...
The only reason I am writing this is because I couldn't seem to find anything on the pages of Storiesspace concerning Memorial Day. Perhaps that is because it is just today, May 26th, and any remembrances have not yet been verified by our hardworking mode...
Poems Within Musings Within Poems Within...
Just read, there might be something you like about it...I don’t mind people farting, but I’m sitting here like a terrorist. By which I mean that I’m sitting with my t-shirt covering my face and can scarcely be identified. This is not good. I want one day without someone farting. Yeah, you read this right, I’m...