Life, for what purpose? Together with others givingFor others we’re employingSlave for the money Conscience, blessing or curse?Over thinking instead of livingObserving instead of enjoyingSlave of societies attorney Offspring, we die to nurseLife to give meaning to livingHappiness to see them toyingSophia, my life’s honey

'Tis Indeed a form of truth, I see Lodged betwixt thy blood and boon Departs thy heart unjustly so An act of courage, Nay! Indeed a part of truth, I see. Sold in its weakest form to me. How shalt thou have me this word descry? Belike the frown, whom cockholds the bauble and even the clown? Nay? Charming charmer, holds a tongue Too charmed, I really must say. Until now that is, did it not go your way? Oh, dearest Missy, wh...

Dayna scrambled through the escape pod hatch and into the cool morning air. Standing on the side of the pod, she looked back along the furrow it had scored through the forest when it landed. She slipped down the side of the pod, and when her bare feet hit the ground they sank into the soft, damp soil and she savoured the feeling. It had been so long since she'd been outside and felt dirt beneath her feet or a soft breeze...

Once, back in the ancient days of the 1970s, I was living, and sometimes going to the university, in Columbia, Missouri. I lived there for many years, going to school of and on. After 24 years I got my BA in English. Then I went on to get an MA in Geography. Anyway, this was before that was all done. While I was still just futzing around in the town, going to the Chez coffeehouse, serving coffee and tea to students and ha...

I don’t know what I’ll do when I can’t do the things I love to do. I don’t know what I’ll say to friends when they stop by. Will I have the strength to care and ask, how are you, what’s new? Or will I look away and stare up at the ceiling, or look out the window, then close my eyes, whispering to myself, “perhaps it’s time to die?” Who knows if I’ll see clouds covering the sun, or will I see the sun setting behind the tre...

I’m that child. Born to him and her. Who grew too soon. Walked while others crawled. I’m that child. Who heard their words. And somehow knew. I’m that child. Whose pain came all too often. Who lived with rage. I’m that boy. Who dressed himself each morning. And then his siblings. Who had no role models. I’m that boy. Who fought in school. Who never had lunch money. Who was called raggedy by a teacher. I’m that boy. Who wa...

Many things in life I have seen and done.Makes me wonder, am I the devil's son? Though I really do not want to be.Times he seems to have hold of me. Does Satan play tricks with my mind?Causing me to sometimes be unkind. When in reality, all I strive to be.Is a loving, caring soul you see. Occasionally I don't feel in control.Drug backward through a black hole. Images playing on my mind's screen.Leaves me chilled, wanting...

Things that are done can’t be undone. Sometimes things that are done are wrong, and can’t be forgiven. Sometimes things are done, but can be forgiven. When do we know which is to be forgiven? Sometimes we do things we know are wrong, because we are selfish, and want what we can’t even though we know it’s wrong. Do we care when we go after that one thing we shouldn't have? No, usually not, and sometimes we do and just don’...

Old guys always start every story with “When I was a boy.” It’s a standard, sorta like “Once upon a time” or “Happily ever after.” It has been my experience that it causes one of two reactions. People will either listen intently for each pearl of wisdom.. or.. roll their eyes and whisper “fuck!! Not again!” While I never presume that my ramblings are akin to duffel bags filled with such pearls, I’ve learned to accept the...

As a young man I loved to play golf. I scuffed around the course. Strong. Wild. Took pride in hitting the ball farther than others. Still do. Yet it took the wisdom and humor of an old timer one day after playing a round of golf with me to put things into perspective. After slamming the ball all over creation and scrambling on every hole, I proudly set my clubs down next to his and waited for the awe to set in. I mean how...

"There is grandeur in this view of life, with its several powers, having been originally breathed into a few forms or into one; and that, whilst this planet has gone cycling on according to the fixed law of gravity, from so simple a beginning endless forms most beautiful and most wonderful have been, and are being evolved." Charles Darwin, The Origin of SpeciesI wonder why we cannot see the light?  We lose the fire and pa...

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...

This piece contains mature themes and strong language. By choosing to view this selection in its entirety, you agree that you are 18 or older and do not object to such content.----------------------There it began, the day I was conceived.It was bloody and brutal and changed people's lives.Not knowing what to do, she abandoned her home for nine months add a few.She had a baby boy who had her pitch black eyes.The ugly man t...

Life is like a game of poker. You play by the rules. And you make the smart bets. You sit at the table, folding hand after hand of ten- two, seven- three, nine-five, while everyone else is getting aces and face cards, and raking in your five or ten dollar blind. And then it happens. You get a pair of aces, so you bet them. You bet them big, trying to catch up to the rest of the world. But some fool sitting across the tabl...

The sadness in her eyes,Tell a thousand stories,Of a million lies.The hurt that she felt,That woman so weary,Doesn't show however hard you look.As she washes her hands the water runs clean,Though after all the deceit that she has befallen,It amazes.She only buys singles in stations,Because she never wants to go back,Back to where she's been.The station woman stands,Her headscarf and dark, dark clothes,Allow her and her be...