My thoughts and observations of what is and what should be
How do I sleep, when all my blood, it boils? Watching as all the effort, it goes to spoils. How do I breathe when fire steals the air? When the driven are reduced to despair. How do I feel, when all is gone, slumped alone? The final straw, reducing to rubble, the backbone. How do I cry, there’s no more tears to weep? It seems the reward no longer meets the Continue Reading...
When will I ever learn? While I whine, some one else may crash and burn. Continue Reading...
Sometimes I stay up quite late just so I can let my mind run away from the real, and approach subjects that I would much rather touch, or certainly feel. Then there are times when I lengthen the day just to wrestle free from the noise, you know, to get out from under the distractions, and that which just annoys. So, what. So I can prove that, maybe, something good happens after midnight, and I Continue Reading...
Fearless dreamer. Formally educated. Application please. Continue Reading...
Capture Me in a Picture What is a poor boy to do, while finding his way, When the picture calls, inviting him in to stay? Continue Reading...
https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/grain/ Against the Grain I am here, I just don't know if you can see me. Here is where it all begins, but so far, there is no end. You were here once it seems, but were you, then again. Maybe it was me, and what I wanted, I had to pretend. Continue Reading...
April 28, 2016: A Dad And This Boy - A poem for my Dad and I. I thought that I was doing pretty well, then came along, this day Two weeks ago today, Dad you were called home, out of the fray Dad, I sat down at my laptop to start writing these thoughts I kept An alert blinked, so I clicked, a picture of us opened up, I wept I have said, I was blessed to do Continue Reading...
I know I'm not the first, nor the last, to have a parent in a nursing home. Still, it's a first for me. Dad is in a nursing home. Since the surgical procedure to insert a shunt back in December, Dad has been home for just a fraction of time. There are a litany of health reasons why he is where he is. I share this because it has been tearing me up. Seeing him as he is has been tough. I want to Continue Reading...
In short, my Dad is in a nursing home. There's a litany of health reasons why he is where he is. I share this because it has been tearing me up. Tears stream down my face night after night. Why? Because it's my Dad. It's him sitting there. It's the guy I couldn't stand to be away from as a boy. Maybe I could walk, but still he'd carry me, because I was his boy, and there was love that parents Continue Reading...
I wasn't sure she was out there, I wondered whatever I would do. Then into the room, I peered, my heart jumped, for there, I saw you. Years from then, it’s all mine, this life with you, my very joy. A smile from all-time, restoring the warmth in this romantic ole boy. Continue Reading...