pharaohs and queens . . . our ancestors who . . . stroll the rich desert lands . . . raised mighty pyramids . . . trimmed in gold and precious jewels . . . a web of mazes . . . hidden chambers . . . ancient secrets secured . . . before .… Read More Tears of Blood
First my surgery was postponed pending clearance from my cardiologist. I knew I need his clearance but the surgeon didn’t mention it, though he said he did. I hope to be able to reschedule for next week. I’ll be asking my sister and her husband to take me this time. My girlfriend stressed… Read More I Weep
dim the lights . . . a fragrant candle . . . a double scotch . . . and a fresh Marlboro . . . ► just an hour of my past . . . sitting comfortable at the bar . . . right leg over left . . . stylish heels complimenting . .… Read More The Cost of Pleasure
I once feared life’s destination . . . young and wisely unwise. . . fearless and foolish were my days. . . recklessly exploring the depth of my being. . . ♠ revealing the mystery of me. . . until I learned who I wasn’t . . . believing in hope. . . until .… Read More Conclusion
When a family heirloom cracks you need something stronger than Elmer’s Glue, more powerful than Crazy Glue, and more heavy-duty than Gorilla Glue. Is there such a thing as understanding and forgiveness glue? I wonder. THOUGHT FOR THE DAY. It is so easy to climb on your high horse and ride away and leave… Read More Pass the Glue
I don’t usually give explanations on my poems. Some are quite personal. However this poem was written in the early morning when everyone was sleeping, the people in the house and the mice in the ceiling, even the traffic outside was silent. When I read over this poem I think I was high on oxycodone… Read More Answering the Knock
he don’t care . . . she don’t care . . . so why, why the hell should I . . . ꞈ don’t pretend to comprehend . . . this jibber jabber I blabber . . . they’re just words of a drowning soul . . . ꞈ I thought I was coming up… Read More Sinking in Sorrow
I’m watching today gallop into tomorrow . . . I see today and tomorrow become yesterday. . . ☼ if I knew I wouldn’t have blinked. . . I should have savor the moments longer. . . ☼ I should have saved my tears for today. . . and laughed more when I had… Read More Nostalgic Remorse
I am screaming in terror . . . in rage . . . stray bullets . . . pretty little baby girls . . . innocent little boys . . . just . . . just playing in the park . . . now both are dead . . . just little pick ninnies .… Read More Stop Now
how am I living in a world . . . where you no longer breathe? . . . your friendship was genuine . . . from the first day we met. . . you were a mentor. . . a sister, a confidante . . . ♥ Emily Dickinson . . . you stolen from… Read More A World Where You No Longer Breath
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