Clmckenzie Stories

Adorn me with something sweet Love so strong, it leaves impressions  Impressions that even Heaven can not deny. Bless me with something that will make the angels envious So envious, their white, light fluttering wings pause in the air so jealous of what me and you have so envious that two souls intertwine in ways none can understand He gives me Something that catches my very soul Stuns even my breath and lets me drift int...

There is no autonomy I have little autonomy Beat me shatter me tell me what I am to do There is no autonomy Be silent for you do not know what you speak. Wait listlessly patiently namelessly without words without sounds Am I something? Can I be something? I am nothing. How surreal it must be to be free Actually free?  Fool. How foolish it must be to think we could be free On leashes, long leashes Eyes forward, unblinking...

There are those who are simply unlikable, the kinds of people who without fail will irritate those around them in some fashion. It happens. Betty Leise was one of them. She had a nasty temperament, and was not ashamed of it. From since she was a young child, she was rude, nasty and sometimes downright cruel. It was not long until people figured for their sake, it was better to leave Betty alone. When Betty turned 18, her...

May all your dreams come true. stand upon giant mountains and scream  happiness unbound and wings now grow. Who can hold me down?  The chains of earth and hell broken.  The calls of annoyance from un-required obligations of others. None of those are important.  I am on wings and eating freedom as though a cake.  love runs through my veins now. Respect my new cap  may all my dreams come true.  May they come true because of...

Onward we march because we must go on. Onward we go because our destiny remains just on the other side. Who has fallen? Who falls behind? Leave them, we must move on.Mourn on the path, if you must object, Battle is just ahead and we must continue on. Sweet voices from the past cannot keep us in chains. Vengeful ghost of yesterday cannot keep us on the red leash. WE LEAVE THE FALLEN BEHIND.Behold the new tomorrow! Ignore t...

I do not know where God is sometimes. Olympus above sends no lightening good or bad to any of my cries. What is this heaven that people speak of? A paradise of bliss sent to bandage old warrior wounds. Souls and energy pressed into the wine press to pour out old bitter poison. Disappointment. Confessional organs swell holding back angry tsunami flood of discontent. What am I supposed to do against the angry hails? Disgust...