Generations. To profess belief in simple faith and be left to wander the perilous gate… held ajar, wide open. The future bleak… shall the narrow door shut in time… before utter and complete destruction. Ideally, we all could get along. Some stronger. Others weaker. The problem is truth cannot be relative. Either murder is wrong…
summer song and dance sunshine’s grace chose to do differently this time and place smile to spread peace life’s not a race set your clock to be one with the earth’s trace
I would have missed days dreaming in the hayloft of grandpa’s barn, baking pies with grandma and romping through summer meadows full of flowers and butterflies. And you? The lovely thing is tomorrow i am moving out to the country, across the street from a farm housing goats, chickens, a few barn cats and i…
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who is responsible? for me… and there is no blame to lay… early the birds chirp. have you ever heard a grumpy bird? not me… and there is no shame today… all ready to plan my day… all these baby steps, these horrid thoughts shed… (woah, guilt, back off, this is space to spread cheer……
rather distant we no longer speak God and i broke up last night silence spoke for me tears to cleanse the past futile my arms too short to reach wrongs committed by closeness pain hurts when joined by love. peace and joy…
spirit in turmoil thinking out loud this world drives you mad “run away.” he whispers this bad dream exists no where but in your silly head.
All of life is not misery. It just feels of late, a cloud hovers. Suicide blaring red letters across the skies, as if to tempt the coward. For me, WordPress was never about publishing a book. The issue of publishing a book are the words forever etched into time. I rebel against such a thought.…
Emotions get the best of me. I try and walk the straight and narrow. I dump all caution to the wind and wonder why I struggle in this muck I bring upon myself. I may never learn. I am in an in-between stage. Is this puberty? My writing does not seem to improve with age…
White Mountains and clouds to marry in my heart… bliss. This mountain kiss.
Yeah! It is sunny outside the window. pull the blinds shut the door don’t need your happy -stuff round here any more saw the news felt nothing it is how i thought i could crumpled in a ball rope hanging high with no strength to pull a trigger or knot No! It is dark inside…
