Almost Empty
Endless filler. Needed apart. Subjective intimacy.
Farewell My Son, For Now
Tears fill my eyes as I contemplate the thoughts that frame this post. Tears of joy? Yes, some. Tears from the pang that is separation? Yes, some. Although, it has been too many years since my…
Glass Half Full
Outlook, everything. Inner peace. Divine necessity.
Positive Priority
If you find yourself making decisions for yourself and for your families, think about this. If you are making decisions to be around people and influences because you feel you have to, reconsider. Sometimes we…
Perpetual Fulfillment
We all have our places we cherish, the ones where time comes as close to standing still as it ever will. Visit with those places often and soak up the aura you came to find.…
I agree Lord Byron
There Is Pleasure In The Pathless Woods There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society, where none intrudes, By the deep sea, and music…
Cozy White
I venture out into another cold winter’s night, Warmed by memories and this reality of cozy white.
Thanks for this place
The wind whips the snow against the windows I hide behind Now snow drained clouds drift overhead, flat light I find Then I notice in the distance, blue sky encroaches this scene With it, the…
The Old Farmer
The Old Farmer
I write sometimes too much, other times not quite enough
Getting the time, or room in peace to work can be tough
Before I wrote my most viewed piece, Destination Homestead
There was a man who taught me to use an axe in the shed
Before if was the right time to do my Generation Jumping
There was a man , well-read, his stories true, lacking nothing
I remember a guy who could dribble, and throw with either hand
He was there for The Hug, it’s my pleasure knowing this man
The December women, Janette and Marjorie ; both gardener’s
I love. I feel. I write. This too, I shared God Made a Farmer
Today is my birthday and as a present I’d rather share
Read on, if the words pull you, let them take you there
The following lines only begin to capture what I see,
In the fading clips my mind plays of how it used to be
But, if I could, I’d be there now, as it was, maybe inside
In the old north room, from icy wind you could not hide
Or perhaps I’d come down the old stairs just a bit
To smell the bacon, still my favorite I must admit
Settle in here and take this trip, maybe grab a partner
These are my heroes see, each one I call the old farmer
Mean What You Say II
Like each drop of water running through my favorite stream, your words to me matter I find they are tossed conveniently away though, often, my heart in balance, left to shatter Day after…
Mean What You Say
When I hear your words I want to believe I actually don’t think you purposefully deceive They say a man is only as good as his word So I try to mean all of the…
Impending Night
there’s a lump in my throat where a laugh used to be did the good times get away, or is that just me? there is ache where distant smiles war again to be recalled…
Mistreated
History telling. Abuse overwhelming. Ignorance quelling.
There In Every Show
I guess we could detach ourselves and say, to each, their own Then isn’t it the folks furthest removed that cast the first stone To obsess on anything is not the answer, even…
Trans-Siberian Orchestra 2014
I wasn’t where I’ve grown accustomed to, but I was there On stage these pros all showed up, but do they really care As usual I polled those around me, some had, others new I smiled…
Family Parade
The sun dropped beneath the peaks while we were inside. The meal was good, we laughed til we nearly cried. Upon our return to the lit street aglow this night. I took in the scent…
A few days with Marjorie
Drifting
Permission taken. Communication maybe. Outlook possible.
We Span
Born welcome. Life separation. Death gathers.
Hands Holding
Hands free. Miles away. Holding me.
Imagine all the seconds
They say that the mind is a powerful thing, and I suppose it must be. We have countless thoughts between the tick and tock, or is it just me? Imagine all the seconds we…
Protected: I Was Gone
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Love Returns
Did you ever notice that sometimes we feel surrounded while sitting alone? Do you think it’s loves warmth growing from seeds we have sewn? Today I sit as if I need not even a…
Help me Lord
I continue to pray for peace, something to ease my mind. But I close my eyes and rest is still impossible to find. Please help me Lord cuz the devils calling for a play by…
OBX The Trip
The week was a whirlwind of travel, adapting we all deploy Mostly a magical Holiday feeling, for all ages, girl or boy Thank you my brother for your abundance of generosity Here I look deeper…
The Beginning and the End
The Lord said, “I am the Alpha and Omega, the beginning and the end, the first and the last.” But I sit here thinking on and longing for the good ole days, the past. …
Your Marquee
Maybe put on a song you like, one that brings you back. A song that ties to something bigger than just you, and only now. Float back in time, read along with me, maybe it…
Wooded Place
I wrote this because when I walk these woods my mind is at ease and thoughts flow more easily, carrying their own tune. This little story captures walks in those woods from my own real…
Concerned
To whom It may I am
Stories in every stone
Stories in every stone Then came a silence, a hush that only solitude knows The hazy sun, diving to the horizon all aglow Peeked, all other sounds, tho faint, seems to explode Hidden now, a…
Near Winter Moon
Two weeks til Winter and we put up our tree When I looked outside and what did I see? With the excitement indoors I slipped outside To take this picture, certainly not to hide…