If there be a heaven Who is it to judge? How or Why I choose to love? These dilemmas... Do not grow younger. And, my meditative walks... Are not always... Gratuitous. There is no creative garden fed without mistaken lust. No roots running deep with familiar rust. What a challenge? To walk alone. Ghosts, … Continue reading Heaven? What is it…you know?
What an after-bite? This lone house. Leaving all who have entered. Only stranger than before. Elusive participants in vigorous fights. Pastime for plights. Decoys for spite. This house has an after-bite. To the estranged, stranger... Something not quite right. Something...is not quite right.
I do not want to think of him. Though...I do. The brother I once knew. Born an old man. He had been more than my father could stand. His persona... Larger than a vat of well stirred anger. Hope never surrounded him. Love, seemed a danger. ∞ Even now, alive...but his breathing unwell. I think … Continue reading Memories of My Brother
"I pack them up. As if they have a choice! Course, it has been sometime, since they have had no voice. And, as always, 90's Reggae, is the preferred noise. I have watched them grow. They have watched me age. There is never any wonder as to who is the wiser Sage. It … Continue reading the Middle Stooge
A crippling glance had been the commencement to the conclusion. All roads must lead somewhere. Every waterfall brings disrepair. Fate has an ironic tone...painting by number. Elaborating in the future. And, with eloquence...bleeding into the past. Leaving behind a present that fades fast. ∞ In all manner of ability some find a way to get … Continue reading Late Night Calls