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

—–

(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

—–

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…

—–

(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.

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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

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HORIZONS… a poem

areal photography of ocean

Don’t count me in

I’m leaving again

Your horses are dragging me down

Like clouded sun rays

You ruin my days

I don’t want to see you around

But the only way out

And away from your pout

Is for me to go back out to sea

Where the air is much fresher

Without you and your pressure

Just horizons that beckon to me