They called you King Edward. You were King of your ground. Whether we were lonely, joyful, worn-down, or heartbroken, riding down the highway of life, with a switch of the radio, you could fill days with illusions to match any mood. There were colors spilling from the guitar, swirling into sounds that shook us, wrapped us, the eruption we didn’t expect. You molded our tiny, fragile worlds until we found our own strengths...
There're crawly things down there. Damp and dusty and moldy. Has to be done. Maybe a drain needs to be snaked out. Costs a lot. Maybe you're the only one can crawl through. Someone has to do it. Once, long ago, your dad was too old and you did the job. The last time you were older than your dad had been. But, still, you're doing the work. Doing dirty jobs that need to be done. Some have never had dirty hands. Not literall...
He got his orders from his section chief. Then he went out and did what needed to be done. With the completion of each task he returned for the next set of orders. It went on all day with the usual breaks to chow down with mates and peers. At the end of each day it was finished, once again. He handed in the keys he checked out at the beginning of each day, looking to the chief. "You know, sergeant, you're the go to guy ar...
HONOR LOST AND FOUND Kaydyn Ramirez stared at the empty room in dismay and anger. For a few seconds, she was completely still, absorbing the scene and the implications that went with it. Then she slammed the heel of her hand into the doorframe in frustration. “Star! How could this happen?”Even when she wasn’t in the middle of an outburst of righteous indignation, Kaydyn was the kind of woman who drew attention when she en...
A gentleman's honor is his word,Our honor must be great as you words hold power.Your words can excite and indulgeYour words can punish and hurtYour words are what I live forYour honor I hold in high regardFor you are a gentleman Nick
Yesterday I received a Friend request on Facebook. I didn't recognize the name. I didn't recognize the face. It was an old face. I happen to be a relatively old chap myself. This person shared one friend with me. That gave me a hint that she shared the same thing my other friend shared with me. Having gone to high school together. You understand, this was in the 1960s. So I went to her Facebook page and attempted some res...
She is resting in the master bedroom. It has been a long day. They are all long days now. The medicines help. They do. They go away. She stays, as do I. Tomorrow will be like today. The medicines will help. Then they will go away. And we will stay Together As one, One More Day. I sit alone in the dining room, At the table we have seldom shared. A tray has most often sufficed. It did tonight On her bed. Her Master bed, For...
Pledge my solemn oath pledge you may call for you have let our love grow from friendship to lovers to soul mates we did become started with two hearts and souls now there is but one heart one soul built on love and respect she beats strong being a mortal words comes easy love respect honor compassion and .... soul mates bless you for you came forth first a cold December 21st your fire warmed my body and soul not as lover...
This is willingly being posted due to a friend I have found here thank youbless you, Vani. HONOR turns to RESPECTa hurried life as I run through not looking not caring as my grief turns to hateof others...Of HER doctors and yes hate of myselfmost do not know of that dark pathas I freely gave my soul one day turns to night as I surf the netread a short story, my soul growlsdrink of sex, lust and more, feed yourdark hungry...
The Black Granite Wall I stand in solemn awe, staring at names etched into this polished black granite wall. Too many names can not read them all, nor can I contain myself tears begin to fall. These men and women who left husband, wife, children alone to give their lives in a combat zone. I stand in solemn awe, my reflection’s on this black granite wall. a free man’s staring back at me. Because fifty-eight thousand two-hu...
I want youMore than any man has everIn any form I can have youWhether I have to wilt awayAnd slither back to where it is I came fromI need youMore than the deserts wish for rainTo supplicate the fields Which used to hold so much promiseHow dry they remain Waiting patiently to be blessedBy the tears of a maidenWho knows no boundariesAnd washes away the sadnessOf one lowly travelerHe writes across life's pagesScrawled penma...
