The thought of growing old in this world concerns me. This life of constant judgment and turmoil is not my Utopia. We are left with the maddening ways of an untoward generation. Life’s finale grows in complication. I wish for a simple ending; to reach my destination on this inward journey. Continue reading Simple Finale
I remember the day, The words etched in stone. Breathe. I remember the quiet, The air remaining still. Breathe. I remember the moment, The calm before the storm. Continue reading Destroyed
A child’s wish in the morning. Chalk drawn imaginations on the blank pavement. Story’s told along the clouds. Fables and fairytales. Musical delights. Joy indescribable. An old man’s dream in the night. Continue reading Grateful
Blindness guided me. A storm wounded my soul Endless disarray. One bad decision times three. Bourbon counsels my sanity. Hoping for wisdom. Weeping without tears. Continue reading Dry Despair
