BROKEN STONES… a dark poem

ices on body of water

The burden of the broken stones

Weigh heavy on the mind

Whitecapped waves crest and foam

But cannot wash away the crime

Building blocks to small to see

Poisoned the whole of the base

Years of neglect have now captured me

As I slow to a crawl in my pace

Hindsight lends no healing sauve

For this conjured soul of the damned

Only regret of a dying wretch

As I crumble into sinking sand

DOORS FOR TARA… a poem

white wooden framed glass window

Ever does the new moon rise

Yet black in the clearest autumn skies

Undaunted by earth’s rotation abound

Creeping ever so slowly above the soft ground

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As early the glory of morning sleeps tight

The day brings it refuge to open with light

But only to fall back to sleep once again

Brings closure to dream of a new morning’s grin

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The heart on its journey can be quite the same

To open and close with emotional aim

While we wonder throughout our life in a daze

It’s a challenge we face walking through life’s maze

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And doors have their hinges that swing to a stance

They’re open or closed as they move in the dance

We all are like doors if we look at our lives

We open and close like husbands and wives

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While some of us never quite reach our crest

Like the moon we shine full when we are at our best

Relationships often take the same road

Making too much of one thing to carry a load

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But when that load becomes too much to bear

We wane like the moon and start not to care

It happens as mortals for that’s what we do

We wax and we wane in relationships too

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So keep your heart light and look to the stars

For you never quite know what might create scars

Yet scars are a sign that you truly did live

And for that be thankful that your heart can still give

Closed Door, Color, Cabin, Closed Door

STARS… a song

Silhouette of Woman Standing on Rock Near Body of Water during Night Time

She was walking down the sidewalk

Under big ole city lights

The dream of dreams she always had

Most every single night

And, momma tried to warn her

Of the wolves that run that town

Then… One casting couch later

And her dreams came tumbling down

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(Chorus)

She sent her wishes to the stars

And prayed some prayers for her success

She didn’t get too far, because

This life is such a mess

And if she’d known back then, the things,

She surely does know now

That stars and prayers and wishes

Don’t always make a happy sound

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That same boy comes in the diner

Almost every single day

He doesn’t order much

And he has even less to say

But soon the furtive glances

Turn into a rendezvous

She never thought her loneliness

Could become a me and you…

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(Repeat chorus)

She sent her wishes to the stars

And prayed some prayers for her success

Now she’s come so far, because

This life she has is blessed

And if she’d known back then, the things,

She surely does know now

That stars and prayers and wishes

In a child’s a happy sound

Yeah, stars and prayers and wishes

In a child’s a happy sound


BEREFT… micro story

His chest felt like it was sinking, untethered to anything, so too did his broken heart. Tears flowed in unfettered streams down his cheeks wetting his shirt. Sunlight glistened like tendrils of silver flecks within each drop. As for his heart… It was bereft of the only love it ever knew.

man wearing white dress shirt

WISDOM OF THE WINDS… a poem

silhouette of man standing on sand

When the wind comes whispering

But my heart’s out of reach

Who am I

Can I deny

The lessons it could teach

Unwavering, its determination

To do what it must do

No obstacle is too great

Breathe in a breath or two

Step back and take a look again

In myself find belief

For tomorrows on the horizon

When my time comes to teach

ROCK BOTTOM… a very short story

And then I hit rock bottom… I thought to myself, if not aloud, “This is it! I’m all washed up and literally on rock bottom. Things in life cannot get any worse! All the work… all my life… and now, rock bottom. I guess that’s it! Nothing to do but… Ooo, that’s cool! It kind of looks like a fossil or something! I wonder if there are anymore around here. There’s another one! Wow! Who knew rock bottom could hold so much promise? Huh!”

The End

WILL… a poem

When the momentum shifts

You’ve no one to blame

Take stock in yourself

And try to refrain

From saying words

You’ll surely regret

The clock keeps on ticking

On this, you can bet

Kill them with kindness

Or just smile and nod

Keep your distance from meanness

Don’t be a fraud

For when this time passes

Again, as it will

You can look in the mirror

And smile at God’s will

selective focus photography of man's reflection on a broken mirror