Just a guy who enjoys life and good people. Writing has given me an outlet to express myself. Born in the deep south. That is where my roots are and I have a fondness for books. I own a small bookshop with a coffee shop. And I enjoy collaborations and discussing ideas. At times I tread the dark side.I spent twelve years in the USMC. Also at one time owned a chain of video shops. I sold them all before the roof caved in.
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I would rather have a ham sandwich than a cheese cracker.
Now let the liquor flow!Jack Daniels and Jim BeamAnd squeeze the Coca Cola In my shot glass.
And when it's done, the grass I'll mow!Watching the molehills growBeneath hedgerows and sweet potatoesSeasoned by the sow
Light the fuse, then run
dark seams
frostbitten
pleased
Inspired by the beauty of it all. Life is good. Will return to normal somewhere down the line. Hopefully, the vaccine will ease the pain of people who are pent-up. We will get through this. Keep the light of prayer on.
Oh, for sure.
Give her a powder puff and call it a fluffy puppy.
Into the sails of twilight Over and beyond dreams With a kiss on the horizon Sweet silence of the breeze Adrift in docile slumber Two hearts bewitched as one Transfixed within a spectral gaze They put to bed the sun Evermore across the bow Of the wide-wending seascape With a new glory crowning midnight Fathoms deep in sleep Transcending- ever bending time Souls rise in tidal waves Then...
Added 13 Apr 2021 | Category Poetry | Votes 1 | Avg Score 5 | Views 31 | 1 Comment
A thousand years or more sweet to the tongue the jugular... silencing the lutes of the nightingales as another shadow passes... upon the stairs but no one is there just quotes... a lame poet am I hairy and horrid eyes hollow of madness... ...
Added 11 Apr 2021 | Category Poetry | Votes 3 | Avg Score 5 | Views 62 | 1 Comment
In uncharted darkness of my mind's demons and insomnia's twilight dripping... through a veil of osmosis of ghostly translucent withering in the maze screaming... the origin of the species adrift in my cup hanging by a string steeping... with varicose veins of tentacles grasping inking the night squeezing......
Added 08 Apr 2021 | Category Poetry | Votes 4 | Avg Score 5 | Views 94 | 3 Comments
What was now is now and then a dream... a collection of candles burning at both ends with no clock... just your hairpin and a golden lock now and then... of trippers and slippers a wafting tea in shadows of evermore... ...
Added 04 Apr 2021 | Category Poetry | Votes 2 | Avg Score 5 | Views 98 | 1 Comment
The dark grows deeper. Resembling black tea under the shadows of negativity. The water is stained life. Decaying with a bitter harvest. Standing on the brink of mortality. I don't have wings, listening to preachers cry. Drowning in life's symphony. Just add water and drink. Storing the rest in fatal black with faded-out tattoos. ...
Added 31 Mar 2021 | Category Musings | Votes 4 | Avg Score 5 | Views 145 | 3 Comments
On the shelf of my mind's memories of dust and petticoats in shadows like wainscoting in my dreams my beautiful Mohogany of yesterday's crimson wood sweet to the grain lost in time and soft as satin on the shelf of my mind's memories ...
Added 30 Mar 2021 | Category Poetry | Votes 1 | Avg Score 5 | Views 102
Silence me a rainbow of its breath infinity on top of the pillow and golden laurel for your hair scented of the dawn of yesterday's tomorrow wearing a smile. ...
Added 28 Mar 2021 | Category Poetry | Votes 2 | Avg Score 5 | Views 115 | 1 Comment
Characters I have known in their borderline shady with an overcoat made of ink covering insecurities with tattoos and stale beer flat-lined overnight with a rusted old Harley and a stick of beef jerky watching reruns of the Price Is Right chasing shadows of I Love Lucy speaking in the tongue of Ernst T. Bass "I don't chew my cabbage but twice..." ...
Added 26 Mar 2021 | Category Musings | Votes 4 | Avg Score 5 | Views 124 | 3 Comments
Look beyond the treetops for God's salvation and the kit and caboodle in life's Penny Arcade as madmen play charades in their life of twinkie and the dodo... ...
Added 24 Mar 2021 | Category Poetry | Votes 2 | Avg Score 5 | Views 108
...as the good times are killing me taking trips down memory lane but it's time to let go setting me free of a broken heart and birds perched weeping as the good times are killing me... ...
Added 22 Mar 2021 | Category Musings | Votes 4 | Avg Score 5 | Views 146 | 2 Comments
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