Always a test Waiting for the unknown Time to pass Being alone is the worst part Memories come to visit Dreams take over Sadness and happiness mix Flooding my mind and heart Waiting for change But afraid it will happen A test I have taken many times And will continue to take Both win and losses A test of waiting A test of unknown A test of strength A test of fear A test of time...
Just me and my muse, at play in a field of wishful thinking, so I sow my own seeds and reap the sweetness of my family. You don't know me, a well-worn pen, assuming me wrong, in blind eyesight. But that's the way I am wary, not a fool. Sarcastically, my feet touch the ground skipping my own rope. Listening to nature with my mind awake. Knowing the echoes are only memories of my soul's awakening with nature. Not braying th...
It was a lovely day in the Rockies. Bear and Girl had broken their fast, and were sitting in their favorite places on the porch, watching the mountains age. There was a light breeze, and a leaf blew onto Girl's lap, where she sat on the rocking chair, with her feet on the seat, her knees up high, and her chin resting on them. She smiled, picked up the leaf, and looked at it. "Bear," she said. His head swiveled towards her...
An invisible thief stole from Mom. At first, we didn't notice. A small piece of her life here. Another there. So random were the thefts. Soon, bigger things disappeared. Memories of our friends. My son. Then at last… me. So I reintroduced myself. "I'm Kim, and I love you." Our relationship began anew. I told her stories of my life. Showed her pictures too. I learned about her new self, the things she liked to do. We color...
I’ve been burned before My giving nature taken for granted My friendship chewed up and spit out My heart poked with holes So, I’ve treaded more lightly this time around Perhaps wiser than before? Cautious about how much to give Holding back some of myself Maybe more than I should You reached out and were kind But I felt vulnerable, still Till you gave me a new hope And a shield to protect myself From those who would hurt...
Death, the great unknown, the final journey we must take alone. It comes to us all, without warning or delay, and leaves us with nothing but memories to stay. It's a journey we can't escape, a fate we must all embrace. It's the end of our mortal coil, the release from our earthly toil. It's a mystery, a question mark, a shadow that looms in the dark. But it's also a natural part of life, the end of our struggles and strif...
I wish I could remember every moment of growing up. The laughter. The tears. One last time. I want to see the glow of my wife’s face in the setting sun. One last time. I crave to feel the warmth of her body curled against mine. One last time. I wish I could go back in time and watch my daughter grow into such a beautiful person. One last time. I want to relive holding her in my arms at the hospital to taking her in my arm...
Come home to me my rose bud Ebb Tide, rising, in lieu of dark roses, a beautiful flower was, as the song, loves a woman, so flows emotions, softly now walking with the silent winds and the faded blooms of yester-hour's crying.
Used to be a farmer Used to till the ground Now my tractor's silent I can faintly hear the sound That memory of my father As I sat on his knee While he taught me the value Of the planted seed Used to be a milkman I used to be your friend I used to be something I'll never be again Used to be a teacher Used to mentor kids Used to think it mattered Then it all came to this Had to buy the pencils, paper and the chalk Now we h...
The flowers are wilted There's a sting in the air Leaves are all mourning As they drop in despair We held on so tight Still our hands slipped free All seemed lost as we broke our decree Tried for salvation Some kind of redemption for me Those flowers stayed dead I lost all belief Carrying the weight Of all the dead leaves The rose not bloomed Lily yet cast My beautiful bouquet I loved you till the end And a little bit pas...
I give you my progeny, disassembled, therefore, I am, my am, in memory of long ago, non-relevant you the sun, I a passing willow, at a distance from a dream I incognito, disassembled, a shadow on the window pane with Amador Whiskey over ice now here comes the rain, a spirit dressed as a cloud, weeping a sad song, but angels never cry
~~~~~~~ Bear stopped, sat, and turned to look at her. “Okay, now listen to me, Girl, and listen carefully. Mother Nature is not a ‘person,’ she is a ‘Person.’ And you must speak of, and to Her, with respect, understand me?” Girl wasn’t quite sure what to do, but realized that, for once, Bear was completely serious. Finally, she nodded, and said, “I promise, Bear.” “Good. Now, it’s starting to get dark, so let’s get back t...
I’m waiting for spring. That’s what I’m thinking as the bus takes me into the city. It’s dark outside. It’s gone cold again, there wasn’t much sun today. I have my hands on my lap, my pea coat buttoned up and I flick my fringe out of my eyes. I’m on the top deck of the bus. There are two girls behind me on the other side. In front is an old man with a flat cap. Other than that, there’s no one else here. We get to a rounda...
Traveling through a desert of my own making Vast and wide leaving me unquenched An oasis through waves of reflection There the fruited waters of relief Skin pummeled weathered by sun Soul hardened cracked from the ocean of sand How long shall I wander? So too deny my forgiveness Through the eye of a needle Will it take my hand?
"Well, how old do you think I am." There is nothing titillating about nudity. Its a lifestyle. Once you are naked, you're naked. The maniacs of Cheetos push nudism as a cult. I could say the same thing about "singers" in Nashville wearing cowboy hats. There is nothing difficult about bearing the skin. Nudism is reality, cowboys in Nashville is insanity. You don't notice the breasts or penis any more than you notice a birt...
