The old bear lumbered slowly along the tree line, his body tired and sore from the many battles that ensured his royalty. The sun barely warmed his exhausted soul anymore as he lay in the daylight between the branches. He closed his one good eye for the briefest of moments. In the world he lived in, domination often meant sacrificing pieces of himself for each victory. His broken left leg that healed bent and awkward. The...

It seems the older I get, the more I reflect, Taking stock if you will of life’s pantry. A storeroom filled with faces and names, The loves and lies that made up every relationship. Emotional deception was never a cause. Failure was always a result of perception. Theirs or mine. Usually mine. Salvage became a specialty. Sad are my thoughts about that now. How unfair it is that love is such a basic ingredient. We throw it...

There isn’t a place I haven’t been, Or a place I wouldn’t go. There isn’t a path I’ve never taken, I chased my dreams both high and low. I thought I knew each journey chosen, Each fantasy I sought to explore. Lines were crossed so many times, Rules were broken and signs ignored. I lived and loved each moment chosen, Not thinking about the pain or cost. The plans and schemes I put in place, Didn’t account for my future los...

She was there all along, Like the rhythm within a song. Her melody playing behind your eyes, Hummed in silence without knowing why. Patiently waiting for you to see her, The pain of loving you she would willingly endure. She consoled herself with your voice from a distance, Leaving no doubt she suffered by her resistance. Each moment stolen twixt night and day, Left her craving to hear the things you would say. Each word...

Friend me she said, I remember the day. So many months ago, But seems like just yesterday. Chat me she said, You seem like a nice guy. I don’t have many friends, So I gave it a try. Kiss me she said, Come closer to me. Trapped by her charms, She led me so easily. Touch me she said, Her body was mine. How could I not? Even if only online. Fuck me she said, I’m ready for you. I slid inside her, As my feelings grew. Love me...

Never to hear your voice again, Never to see your face. Never to know your touch, Or the taste of your lips on mine. Never to look into your eyes, Or feel your heart beat against mine when we dance. Never to turn in bed and find you there, Or know the depth of your wetness. Never to make you laugh, Or hear you cry for me. Never to share your thoughts, Or catch your scent on my pillow. Never to know I am coming home to you...

Hi.. Doc Johnson in the house.. pull up a chair.. take a deep breath.. and listen.. I’m talking to you. You know who you are. Yeah, YOU! What the hell did you think would happen when you consistently plan your private quiet time so that you can log onto a chat site? Did you think you were safe hiding behind a keyboard? That your fears and unhappiness and emotions wouldn't be sitting there with you? That you would simply c...

1962 seems like forever ago.  1963 and 1964 flew by in a rush. So much love and so much need, left a heart so barren and crushed. My life was filled with you, A mind full of never ending bliss. If only I had known then, you had already given me our last kiss. Never again to hold you close, never again to whisper in your ear. Those moments were taken and given to another. Followed by so many desperate years. Never forgetti...

Rising once again despite my wounds, the first step is always the hardest. The mist of many battles grasps my feet, whilst fighting my own ambivalence and depression, and casting aside the derision and oppression of others. Healing they want not. I bare my scars and they turn away, not in the anguish of all my ugliness, but in fear of an unstoppable force. I trod forth, each step louder than before. Falling is an expectat...

I don't know when it started. This losing you. How did I miss it? Too busy. Too careless. Taking for granted the hard work of a relationship. The negotiations. The sacrifice. Once I held you in my arms and all your warmth and desires flowed through me and filled me with you. You rushed through my bloodstream like a virus. Infecting me. Addicting me. Now we have drifted ever so slowly apart. All those moments of having the...

I have a friend who says she lost her mojo. Where it went she says she doesn’t really know. She swears she has looked high and low. Now where the hell could a mojo go? I asked her if she looked under the bed. Or maybe in the back of the closet instead. Then again maybe it’s still inside her head. In a place where her thoughts rarely tred. Mojos are strange and hard to describe. Like nailing Jello to a tree it’s often been...

As a young boy growing up in the poorer section of Indianapolis I can remember many meals that consisted of just soup and a sandwich. Keep in mind back in my day we didn’t have supermarkets. Only local neighborhood corner stores usually not much bigger than a two car garage. There were no pre-packaged meats and cheeses like today. You had to go to a butcher for that sort of thing and they would wrap the meat in a thick wh...

Guys like me just take up space. Disconnected and standing apart. I knew long ago there is no place. There is no warmth of home or heart. Looking in beyond the glass. Always outside in the cold. The note is due for a careless past. Left holding stone that once was gold. Vagabonds move in silent stealth. Looking for a place to hide. Our pockets carry our worldly wealth. With holes in our shoes and laces untied. Bridges bui...

Here it comes, the moment I dread. When everything comes true from inside my head. Droning on and on as I heard what they said. Now the singing and laughing, I wish I was dead. Such a lousy tradition, who thought of this stuff? Isn’t just growing old and tired punishment enough? Parties and cakes and presents and fluff, I’m a man for christ’s sake, I like things rough and tough. I have a garage full of tools where I do ma...

Everyone has them somewhere in their family tree. You know. The great-great grandfather no one will talk about because he was hung as a “hoss thief”. Or the distant cousin who died penniless because he had a drinking and gambling problem. Then there’s the early pioneer who came west and no one is quite sure how he was related but he may or may not have killed his partner over a gold mine. Everyone has one. Except me.  How...