Precepts Of My Aged Soul

Affixed to my center are scars from battles my heart has traversed on roads I’ve traveled. What venture for today do you have planned friend? You’ve got adventure all while I pray the day ends. My inner concepts free flow as I sip slowly a bottle while I know your plans call for you at…

Never Again

I’m complicated but connected to a place where all is so clear. Where I can lay waste trouble by reveling in your eyes my dear. Hide your eyes quickly now so that I might not fall in too deep. The things that I would hide I might set them upon your feet. It’s too late…

While The World Conspires…

Eating away such worry, it continues consume me. Invested am I in concern how some do tend grieve. Such a short time in time are we found floating adrift amidst the chaos in life we often others’ welfare forget. I can only expend myself so much before being weak. From the sorrow for this suffering…

Where Gilded Dreams Appear

Gilded dreams do appear, but the key to life is not here. Scattered thoughts do clear my somberness now to cheer. Standing back from the paper searching my words I do labor. It’s my confession to my savior. No more of, “I’ll think of it later.” Not suppressing I do create places where my mental…

My Bedside Table

Greetings my fellow bloggers. When I first started this site I didn’t expect the direction I was going would go anywhere. I took some classes in college pertaining to journalism and there was some part of me that wanted to stay true in that vein. Yet over time the words I wrote about current events…

The Sound Of Time

Father Time reaches with his tightfist grip. Grabbing masses whole singing along his trip. His voice revealed are simple sounds. Birds singing softly flying amongst clouds. The circle, the cycle around and around we go. Some are luckily released, from vices as their thrones. I try and I’ll call loud out into the vast crowd….

Where The Heart Bleeds

I saw a man, bones shown through his skin. I said a prayer for the pain that never ends. The tears fall on cold cement streets. Those cold places where the heart bleeds. Dreams lay bear, they separate and cry for some reason why some dreams die. Eyes turn away what logic won’t face. This…

Fly Free

What is perceived depends on the eyes. Motives from within differ from those outside. A soul can be known by their words you read. Beneath none is ever what you expect them to be. I stand in the town square grabbing the center pole. Being what I’ve come to be there is nothing else I…