I have walked the walk talked the talk In the unfolding rain…I find solace. Between yesterday and tomorrow…the gray. Between dark and light…hope. …. Searching the sites of loved one’s lost…a time to relish they no longer have to be here. Scars float above resentments cast. Oh, how I long to see the past. Now is no time between ‘did you see that’ and ‘remember when.’ I worry there is no begin, again. …. Isolation has come to my home. Love has not gone. Everyday the best we can do is live within the dome. Everyday the best I can do? Relish the old and disregard the new.
“Catastrophic and immobile. Delicate and nomadic. Impaled in blue hue. Red distended light. Black shafts that invade plight. White shards that lay pictured in radiance. Reflections grazing in the slide show of my mind. Elemental homage to photos of time.”
What is Hell? In accurate words, the devil will grin and state, ‘sin.’ “It is pride that copies humility.” With red framed eyes, he will state….truth that appears aloof. … Hell? stubbing a toe bones that feel like broken pretzels walking into a low lying limb visions and impeding thoughts of… who you once were before and the truth of one, only one sin. … What is Hell? an open sore to selective ignorance… I’ve walked the woods in countless, country miles. I’ve strolled in ill fashion to the scars, true love, mortality and pain. Unaware that my own innocence can still remain