About CKAcres


I am Dave: a complex but simple soul, who is extremely spiritual, though not religious.

Nature is my first love, my muse.

Writing is my therapy, giving me freedom to express myself in many ways, while allowing others inside glimpses, I generally hide from the public eye.

The darker side of my past and present, things that have shaped the unique being that I am.

I am a work in progress, trying each day to become a better person, husband, father, grand father and friend.

A person of integrity, who believes in treating other as I would like to be treated, until they give me reason to treat them differently.

In short a curious, bent, twisted, tarnished silly old man, who has lived mostly a good life, and still searches for answers to many unanswered questions.

A man who tries to see and bring out the best in others, by giving smiles and hugs as I try to make them feel better about themselves and the situations they find themselves in.

The only thing I know for certain; Change is the only constant in our universe.

Ask, if I have left anything out that you wish to know?

Enjoy all of the blessings the universe grants you, as you take this journey called life.


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I enjoy writing,wood-turning, gold panning, family and friends and everything that nature has to offer. Most of all I enjoy learning and pushing myself to be a better person.
Favorite Authors:
Many of the authors here on SS
Favorite Music:
Classic Rock, and Country are my favorites, but can listen to most anything and do enjoy anything with a good beat and lyric.


Date Joined:
12 Nov 2011
Last Visit:
18 Mar 2018
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Stories Published By CKAcres All Stories »

Tears and Rain

Every raindrop from the sky touching this desiccated earth. Brings fresh verve, causing a sigh. Damping a place, so flowers grow. Like every teardrop from her eye, touches this bruised parched heart. Sowing seeds to make her garden grow never meaning to cause a painful tear. Wishing only laughter makes her cry, and fetches beauty to embrace her soul. Creating joy to behold in a rainbow...

Added 16 Mar 2018 | Category Poetry | Votes 6 | Avg Score 5 | Views 77 | 4 Comments

Young Dog Old Dog

As a young man, oh yes I remember. I was so full of vigor. I was fit tall and slender. Life before me seemed so much bigger.   As an old man, I sometimes live inside my past. I look back on that I dreamed. Time has slipped by far to fast. Life is more predetermined than it seemed.  ...

Added 15 Mar 2018 | Category Poetry | Votes 6 | Avg Score 5 | Views 86 | 4 Comments

Soul Unique

Everything society finds to be rational, is simply a revelation, or an interpretation of another's expressions, or beliefs. To be true to one's self, one has to look deep inside. Not hide real feelings and our way of life. By accepting the interpretations of others, as truth for anyone but the interpreter. We each know what is correct for us. We each feel in different ways. What is spot on...

Added 27 Feb 2018 | Category Poetry | Votes 6 | Avg Score 5 | Views 116 | 5 Comments

Dream Exploring

Laying in my bed exploring a dream, In my own reality worlds, I can soar like a glider, walk through a wall, Or seduce some beautiful girls. I am a deity in my perceptual state; These hallucinations are mine. I am free; I can be whatever I want; I become my only divine. There is nothing to limit, save for myself, My imagination and thought. This is liberty at its farthest extreme; I can...

Added 26 Jan 2018 | Category Poetry | Votes 7 | Avg Score 5 | Views 199 | 6 Comments


  There is an infinitesimal line between love and hate. Sacred dreaming, and restless sleeping. The kinds of things that keep you thinking. First hint of day glows through the blind or window shade. When eyelids open, they again open to this world of hostilities.   Sometimes this never-ending place, filled with tragedy... ...makes anyone want to die in the battle. Walking outside, I...

Added 18 Jan 2018 | Category Musings | Votes 7 | Avg Score 5 | Views 210 | 6 Comments

Not Alice's Wonderland

Falling into a gaping fissure, darkness swallows me up. Why can't it be Alice's rabbit hole? Her underworld full of wonders, overflowing with psychedelic shrooms, hookah-smoking caterpillars and white rabbit. Not just past memories, devoid of any color, filled with sharp pain and scars. A place void of moonbeams, no sunsets, sunrises or rainbows. No rose petals grace...

Added 06 Dec 2016 | Category Poetry | Votes 9 | Avg Score 5 | Views 363 | 7 Comments

Love Is To Me

LOVE puts the music in laughter, the rhythm in a song, the warmth in a shoulder, the gentle in strong... LOVE puts the beauty in blue, the pink in a cloud, the cheer in voices, the smiles in a crowd... LOVE puts the fun in together, the sadness in apart, the hope in tomorrow, the joy in ones heart... LOVE puts the magic in memories, the sunshine in skies, the content in...

Added 02 Dec 2016 | Category Poetry | Votes 15 | Avg Score 5 | Views 433 | 13 Comments

Time Traveler

Venture back into the past I do. Times long ago, I can't undo. Back in time when I was a kid. Eons have past, heaven forbid. Places that I have visited before. Spaces not wanting to re-explore. Bruises, scars, some are painful. Matter of fact, many be baneful. Asking myself from time to time. How can I ever undo the crime? Guilty feeling passed onto me, For things I never asked...

Added 22 Nov 2016 | Category Poetry | Votes 11 | Avg Score 5 | Views 306 | 11 Comments

Passing of Seasons

A tapestry of color nature weaves, Changing greens to red and gold, Across high hills and valleys low. Heated days now a memory leaves, Spring's new life no longer bold. Gone are warm winds that blow. Summer's green packed in sheaves. Tucked away for the coming cold. Color soon traded for Winter's snow. My mind foggy as it perceives, I'm in the autumn of life's hold. Most times I'm left...

Added 13 Nov 2016 | Category Poetry | Votes 14 | Avg Score 5 | Views 420 | 11 Comments

Recommended Read Reality of War

The perils of war, are furrowed deep in the memory of many, escape seems unobtainable, within the confines of minds young and old. Those who were lost, are not only those who perished in the conflicts many, but those who were left behind to remember. The perils of war, are furrowed deep, deep inside the recollections of those souls, who came home from battle misplaced. As the...

Added 06 Nov 2016 | Category Poetry | Votes 18 | Avg Score 5 | Views 587 | 15 Comments

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