The Toll

To tear down progress of a people oppressed is a cruelty that takes a toll. The harms cannot be measured once; it’s the kind of hurt that grows. It’s a poison that erodes hope and trust for generations. We are left wondering what we know….

Poem 8

Oh, Death! I summoned Death and gave him my soul, Just so he could live the curse of life. In kindess he’s rich, in wisdom deprived, The first thing he did was to love. Oh, Death, how naive, love is a curse of life! “No,…

Tough going

In a storm out side of Kentucky The phone rings louder than usual while this tornado passes over us freely A space in one of the rooms Comes in a horrible time stalling and stopping scary Hardback poem book storytelling told by a friend out…

My Own

The pretty white house on the back road has a mixed up bunch of flowers waving colors in the wind. A blue here, a pink there catching the sunlight. I long for home, my own place to share. now.

Hour 8

Thanks for your support, All of my friends and non friends Confetti, cheers to you!

My Mothers Prayer

Dear Lord in Heaven, Please watch over my daughter and her boyfriend, Trenton as they go to work.   Please Lord, Give them the strength to get through the day and to face the battles that they may face today.   Be there for them…

No. 11: Growing Together

Growing old with me Is my little dachshund She is 17 years old Four decades older me than The hair on my head is silver Her muzzle has lost its mahogany And we both have more girth Than we should carry She still has a…

Every night.

Every night I’m being seduced away by your smooth beautiful face , and caressing it in my hands is my only heart desire. Holding you when everywhere is silent I always crave for, for touching you gives me utmost joy. I’ve tried holding something else…

Life does not owe you anything (hour 8)

life does not owe you anything, even if you think so, love does not owe you anything, even if someone loves you too,   happiness is not necessary, neither is sadness, the way you live is dependent on none but you, if you get luck…

Hour 8 – Show me all the stars (Gigan)

Silver speed in this bottle of unrest Sweet deceit in sensuous bare skin Falling for this wild thing brings wicked ease Solemn confusion Veiled bliss, enchanting power in secret places My senses linger long Desire awakens strong And we’re birthing escape bruises before they mark…