Surrender?

Even the cats have abandoned me, taken up their stations on the bed, spreading out even further in my absence. Perhaps I shall evict them, surrender to sleep, allow the words to pile up in a stack to be knocked down and reassembled in an…

poem next, polluted fertility

Poem next don’t tell me what to do or how to live. I am totally and permanently disabled with bipolar disorder. The rules do not apply. I can either write no poems or cannot stop, sometimes. I can either not stay awake or not get…

Heart #15

Beating and pounding, keeping me alive, Without realization of how it helps me survive, Taking my old blood , and making it nice and new, It is quite amazing , of what a heart can do.   Pumping my blood, through my veins for me,…

Hour 15

I have an extra pathway. Seems like it should be a positive, Having too much heart. But I have competing electrical signals, The beats try to outdo one another, A drum solo with no end in sight. I have to be careful not to get excited,…

Beats

With a single smile, you have the ability to make my 11oz heart lose control blood pumping, increased palpations, eyes rolling back into my head pulse rising body temperature climaxing to point where I forget how many beats per second my 11oz heart is going…

Colorful Delight

The sun is shining on my life yesterday today and tomorrow. Embracing every new experience through happiness as well as the sorrow.  

hearts seasons

enter from the right enter in the spring enter blue, for winters cold the warmth inside will wring   enter summers flow sap rise in the bud timid cheeks are flushed with life and coursing with your blood   autumn sends you travelling your livelihood…

Prompt Hour Fifteen–about the heart

Speak From the Heart We’re taught to think that the heart is the strongest  muscle, as it nearly never fails to pump for most of life’s hoped long span. In fact the strongest muscle is the tongue, yet its failure will rarely kill as surely as the heart’s. A random checkup caught a leaky valve not…

Quite Time

In my quite time at night,  I listen to the Lord. For all his different promises, I’ll someday hope to afford. Not with money or jewels or works or stuff, but with trust and obedience, that’s enough. Its all He really expects of me, even…