I went out into the world, my fortunes ah to seek. I followed the road till my feet did shriek. Beatin’ the pavement took on new meaning, my soul it left careening. The road led to a river. It I followed. Praying my fortunes, it would deliver. For drink or food, I never wanted. MyContinue reading “The River, a fox and a well”
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Gray
Gray, inside and out. Gray, the color of sorrow. Gray, without a doubt. ~ I wrote this as a response to one of Michael’s poems. Butt can’t remember which one.   https://sceadugenga.com/2025/02/12/one-rune-12feb25/
The fight
Fought, clawing my way into the light. Fought to be introduced to the night. Fought to fill my lungs with their first air. Fought, screaming at things that weren’t there. Fought for my place. Fought for space. Fought to learn. Fought to earn. Fought for life, love, and the pursuit of happiness. Fought back theContinue reading “The fight”
Last night
Last night, as I lay in the bed lots of crazy notions filled my head. ~ I cried. And I cried. Into Chico’s fur, I tried to hide. ~ I considered e-mailing a friend. Into his in-box, my soul, spin. ~ More torment filled my mind. Making my vision blind. ~ ‘Nothing good is easy.’Continue reading “Last night”
Chico the muse
Sinner to Saint
Sin, brings temporary joy. Forever with us, it toys. ~ Sin, you giggle, tote, do really bad things. Forever with us, in our souls it sings. ~ “Come to me.” The siren duth sing. “Come to me. Your soul to me, bring.” ~ Manifest the flesh. Never! Never receive any rest. ~ Born into sin.Continue reading “Sinner to Saint”
If I …
If I died today, would anyone miss me? What would my eulogy be? ~ If I died tonight, would it give anyone a fright? ~ If I died tomorrow, would it give anyone pause for sorrow? ~ If I died this week, would it cause anyone to seek? ~ If I died this month, wouldContinue reading “If I …”
Is this it
Is this it? As I sit; gazing at the heavens above, I often wonder – is this it? My body is trapped, gravity bound, to the soil beneath me. My mind soars to the stars; the possibilities beyond. Is this it? But here I stay, heavy hearted. Not belonging, gazing at the heavens above. IContinue reading “Is this it”
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