Monthly Archives: October 2017

I have been thinking about kindness lately, so this is a good prompt. I have been thinking of how pain and bad circumstances and trials and even tragedy can bring out the kindness in you. It can break your heart … Continue reading →

When overcome With doubt and stress When all I see Is all a mess Do I come over? When overcome With sudden soars Of pelting rains From visceral storms Do I come over? When overcome My words don’t mend Sweeping … Continue reading →

I have never seen or heard of such a fish But I MUST kill him I am GLAD we do not HAVE TO try to kill The stars ✴✴✴✴ IMAGINE if each day a man must try to kill The … Continue reading →

Who is who I thought I knew Today it changed from yesterday A different character he plays I saw him in a romance swooning Today the damsel he is drowning But that is why we love the screen The actors … Continue reading →

Someone birthed a solemn holy day Put it aside a darkened holiday Where Saints became the sorcerers And Angels stooped to devil’s play Holy Grail holds witches brew Belief in superstitions grew Antithesis of all that’s grand Now just creaking … Continue reading →

Genetics are a ghastly observation I penned what I believed a humble telling What came it seemed a verbal reprehension I felt the words a killing Somehow knew I’d be just as willing To mind said I at once”Do you … Continue reading →

What’s that she sees A bed of moss Atop of slimy soupy stock And half a sandwich now gone stale An open can of flat ginger ale She smells a stench May start her pukin’ She never got around to … Continue reading →

Having Our Perspective Enlarged When I change how I see To how God sees When darkness becomes a backdrop For light to shine When I look beyond hate All humanity is capable of, even me I will see hope surviving … Continue reading →

I break pattern Time don’t care No stop for nobody A promise what? Without me you continue Dust settles Only to be trampled Rhyme or no Just sticks to the page Couldn’t pass up trying, sorry. Challenge is “breaking the … Continue reading →

Stinkbugs and beetles, no shoes on their feet, crawl over silver polished ground, their own deep frozen world seeking out warm shelter. They don’t mourn the death of our flowers and crops. Our loss is their wake. “To every thing … Continue reading →