My monochrome life. Shrill beeps are always the first sounds my ears hear, followed by an illogical frenzy to get ready to meet another shades-of-grey day. Toes painfully cramped in their black shoe cages pound the cold, grey concrete. A darker grey build...
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For who is Love? My heart knows not, I write to you to plea; Dear Love, I want to meet you now, Please grace my life with thee. You see, I fell for Lust's disguise, and Lonely tricked me too; A fevered kiss was not enough, For nothing found was you. I...
'I am finally gonna get to come out your way.' Paul smiled as the words appeared on his computer screen, still, even though he liked what he read, he didn't quite believe the words and it would take a moment or two for him to adapt to the statement as bei...
A Perfect Holiday
The best vacation everDogs have perfect holidays. They simply need to take a drive across the landscape, stop somewhere, get out, and start investigating the situation. Any circumstance is fine by them so long as they get to discover new and promising terrain. A vacation away...
My Enemy
Anger is never your friend.I have seen the enemyMy foe, my cause to stopThey are evil, no doubtirrational violence unending Their acts are heinousMy anger hot as magmadesirous of apoplectic revengeblackening my heart I cannot mirror their hatredCondemning my own soulPatience is my...
The vacant, old house at the end of the lane beckons me. They always do - the dilapidated and forgotten. There is an appeal others overlook. Unable to resist its quietness, I settle in, deciding to call this place home. The wind blows through the window c...
How I Broke My Nose While Playing Chess At A Church Summer Camp
The inside story of how I managed to get my nose broken while playing chess at a church summer camp.Way back when, a friend and I were sitting behind the wired backstop to the church camp’s dusty softball field, playing chess on a small travel board, while waiting for the game in progress to end. We had cleverly positioned ourselves so both of us coul...
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Forty-six years ago, Bobby opened the doors and let us in. Battered and peeling even then, it was our sanctuary of truth. We learned fast to come and go in groups on its sketchy street and did we ever. The music was loud, the drinks cheap, and the light l...
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Deathly Love
Sometimes love is deathMy heart slumbers in chainsWhich leave out the light-And suck in all the night Dark and dismal Let it be ...can I ever be free? Rising from ash I crawl and grip the green earth Savaged and beaten I plead to be heard Desperate to see A little lig...
Sharing Passionate Journeys
Shall we travel together, hand in handOn life's poetic voyage, we discover friends who last as long as we please. We travel as far as we may. Watching the landscape of ambient scenery pass by. Hand in hand, friendships won. Most treasured confederates singing the songs of byways. Pausing in ...
I once bought a bag of chips A big ol’ bag all bright and yellow I opened the bag with a pair of snips So little inside I was one unhappy fellow. I saw a pie I really wanted A nice big box to hold it all I ripped it open completely undaunted And found a...
Just Live in Fairyland
Seek the land of FairiesShe lives there in your Fairyland of Dreams. She'll be there when you seek her, never fear.Don't worry, you are playing love's sweet games,the ones that keep you living life's pure joy. We realize the trust we give to thosewe love returns to us in manifol...
The Little Pianist
There's more than one way to skin a dictatorThe rain outside only made her isolation more draconian. She had been placed under house arrest by her country’s vicious dictator, Klaus Heinrich, after she had attempted to pass military secrets to the enemy. Her homeland had been at war for four yea...