3rd Hour A Tribute To “Butch”, Vernon Elborne Wade, III A brother to some, a father to many, Butch never thought his call was too small or uncanny. With him, you never were alone, the comfort he would bring you made you feel right…
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Season of the forlorn
Flowing time, internal grinding mechanical compulsion, incessant on-going harsh-driving onwards, sound taking all space from subtler resounding, engulfed by lightless darkening. All potency drawn into this machine, stretched out constantly tired, willfully compelled into one avenue, clinging only where magnets can grab. Weary surrender curling…
SEASON OF THE UNCERTAINTIES
SEASON OF THE UNCERTAINTIES Life ever changing, with its ups and downs Unpredictable and often unnerving. Taking us down a path of our choosing And sometimes down a path we wish not to travel. We can try to predict our outcomes, But…
Season of the Disease
In the face of petrol-dollar and stolen riches, the president still dies His hordes of physicians try his death to hide The citizens are in the dark and no one is in the know His kitchen cabinet covers up the cause of his death so…
Prompt Seven (7): Season of the Spirit [Hour 7]
Season of the Spirit Found her, at last … What happens now? It moves so fast… Will life allow? What can I see? I know who I am… I am free to be! I give a damn; I found the key… To be the who……
Mysterious
He captures the boldness of an eagle. Aura illuminating the complexity of the color black. Draped in white with traces of gold. Feet covered by the grace of his mother’s soul. Eyes that pierce like a serpent, something vicious. Skin that is deep, dark, and…
Distance
Distance, not mere word kills me like sword. Feelings desire for him needs want him craves search him, at last its only dark and grim. The roses, deep in my pages finds him missing the way he is kissing. Distance remains the same stupid, quiet…
#6 ~ Prompt 6 ~ Another Grand Day
It’s a perfect day with grandkids around. Only a grandma truly loves the sound. When one starts talking then another one too. Total mayhem what’s a grandma to do? But don’t look stressed or confused you know. Or the kids will think,…
H.6 – Meander
My body shivers ice growing in my veins, my cheeks, my fingers, trying to slip into my winter coat, rocks crunch beneath my boots, each step a morning song, l think in tha rays of first light rounding the earth, my soul speakng bird wings…
Gentle
Warmth pressing red glow encouraging first glance, Back embodied passing defragmented mind, Inner core soft level ground for a fluttering purpose. Pressing smooth opening inside both one to another, Enlivened top and bottom, awake below, Held inside, tingles of bodily happiness then release. Cradled by…