Staying true,
And being blue.
Standing here,
Showing no fear.
On the threshold
Of something new,
Something honest,
Some don’t do.
Showing one’s faults,
Showing one’s doubts,
Not hesitating
To leave the big house.
No cover, no shame,
No hiding one’s name.
Just being me.
Do you dare to do
The same?
Writer’s Island
Week #25
Claim maim rearrange route
Loud lift lame lord angel kick
Ripped sick murder self more
Sake label if staple seeping
Slick town able realize meek
Meal semblance ignorance did
Sweep mange ailing rowdy
Reeking rift lacking weep make
Tend sleep rend leak wanton.
Crushing arms of death
Come down from the sky.
I ask, I plead again,
The tried old question, “Why?”
Fearing worse than death,
I run as fast as I can.
Nothing left but now.
No time to prove a man.
What is worth it?
Life is such a chance.
To commit or to be free,
A question of romance.
A decision must be made,
At least according to the rest.
To measure up to snuff,
To pass their crazy test.
I came close,
Or at least I thought.
I prayed.
I read the Bible.
I went to church.
I worshipped “Someone”
Whom I believed to be God.
I “fellowshipped” with other believers,
Or I tried, anyway.
I read devotional books,
Yearning to improve
My spiritual relationships.
Over the years, it happened,
Slipping through my fingers,
I lost touch, I lost Him,
Then, nothing.
Carry on Tuesday #109
Come through the twists and turns,
Out of the darkness and the howling moon.
Come inside to be comfortable,
To belong, to be welcome.
You have a future where
You have a good place.
We will love you and give to you
All that you need and desire.
We will help you find in this world
The key to fulfillment and success.
You will realize that this world
Is not as scary as it seems.
You will find that someone cares,
Someone loves you,
And all is not lost,
Not by any means.
Poetic Asides
Some play, create.
Damn, annihilate.
Switch, reach, real.
Member, mow, sink.
Swamped, swing.
Swell, wing, will.
Swallow, arrow.
Mame, more, kill.
Still, steal, nail.
Nick, nice, narrow.
Rent, stab, lord.
Mellow, eat, keep.
Crossing into
Dark and silent woods.
Waiting on the call,
Wondering if it matters.
Leaving one place,
To try again in another.
Going in,
No matter what it takes.
What’s next?
(Sunday Scribblings #271)
Every day
We find our rhythm
In much the same routine.
Sometimes
We meet different people
That color our lives
With dignity and love,
And leave a lasting impression.
These instances are rare.
Usually,
We go round in circles,
Making our indentation
In life, the world and time.
Like a beautiful sea shell
We become a treasure
Through our experiences,
Our relationships,
And our gifts.
(Magpie Tales,
Mag 69)
Most are fond
Of yesteryear,
Even with pain
And regret.
Perhaps one would
Alter a thing or two.
But we agitate
When considering
The frustrations
Of the present
And we seek
To control
The coming day.
Strange that we
Cannot be tranquil
Towards so much.
(3WW CCXLIV)
Some people are pretty positive.
They look on the bright side.
It doesn’t matter how bad,
They will find something good.
This is, I think, a great way to be.
It is a straight way to happiness.
The only problem with it is
They are not prepared.
Sometimes life does not treat you well.
Sometimes things happen that are unexpected.
And sometimes life changes you.
Life can change you from a positive person
To someone who looks down every alley,
Wondering at every shadow.
And if you come to this crossroads,
Beware thoughts that come in the night.
If darkness finds you, it will hold on tight.
It will not be easy to shake it off.
For you have been through something
That has changed you forever.
You will doubt, and you will fear.
You will become something
That you may have run from
All of your life.
(Carry on Tuesday #108)
Stumbling along the sidewalk 