A veil of darkness falls over the earth. It is coming. I can feel it. I know it’s power. *Silence. A silence I know all to well. A silence I long for. Anticipation with in me grows. *I rush outside. With open arms, I accept the approach. No power is greater. No passion can beContinue reading “The Power of the Storm”
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Dreams: Muddy Water
I read once that dreaming of muddy water meant trouble is ahead. Last night while I was lying in my bed, my dreams were filled with a vacation scene. Our vacation house was tranquil and clean. A storm raced across the night sky. Causing sea levels to take a massive rise. Water was above myContinue reading “Dreams: Muddy Water”
Nostalgia Tree
Stop the Clatter
Shouldn’t have opened my mouth. Shouldn’t have said a word. Should have kept it bottled inside the way I always do. I didn’t want a lecture. I didn’t want a speech. I wanted someone to listen to me. Someone to vent to. Someone to let the pressure out to. Someone to just listen to me.Continue reading “Stop the Clatter”
Sneeze
Taken from ‘The Reconstruction of Me’. A collection of poems I started in the early 2,000’s. Not a published book.
Soggy Little Oaty-O
Green
for the green that does not grow we break our backs throughout our lives the seed we must sow in order to make up for the green we lack some rob, cheat, and steal to get pictures of presidents so grand others will grind the mill and hope time will work a plan we haveContinue reading “Green”
Excommunicated
Excommunication! Manipulation. Silence. How dare you! You will need me. Silence. I can. You can. Manipulation. Do as I say. Not as I do. Manipulation. Moan. Complain. Be silent! Abandon. Need. Manipulation. There is a built in need in every child to have a relationship or bond with our birth parents. This need is deepContinue reading “Excommunicated”
An Emotion
For ever little teddy bear lovable, cuddly, and soft. There is an evil force hard, cold, and deadly. Deadlier than the greatest plague for it becomes a plague. More powerful than a volcano, for it will erupt. Prisoner of the dark, bound by fire, loathing in ashes, black as coal. No force on earth canContinue reading “An Emotion”
90, 30
Fall is an amazing time. The world is slowing from its summer grind. Leaves are changing color. We are driven inside. The heat from the sun is duller. I have this memory. Is it true? There used to be a transition between seasons. Who knew? Saturday, it rained. But was 85 in the shade. MondayContinue reading “90, 30”
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