I was asked yesterday... Why do you do what you do? What makes you make those choices? I look with question in my eyes and confusion on my little lips... You mean my life style? Or what I wore today...I jested. Then my look sobers and I reply, " I am asked all the time either on net or in real life." I pull out my phone and show a picture of my love. Most reactions are a grimace and a look of concern. He (to me) is smilin...

To flourish in hillsGreen and sereneWhere flowers and trees are free to bloom,Grow, multiply and existWithout the fear of ever being harvestedWhere tears fall from a saddened skyAnd moisten the groundTo welcome a new addition to paradise We needn't mourn the loss of another A sister or brother A wife or mother A friend or other A son or daughter A husband or dadWe should be glad they chose to visitAnd think of all the goo...

broken shells lie like so much flotsam on the morning beach, the remnants of small livesseemingly lost...seemingly insignificant...the truth is they are still life,just different now.they have been emptied by other sea lifeand left to drift,to collide with one anotherin the currents of a storm....or simply in the surf.today they provide broken beauty.the next high tide will move them to a new home, will take them to balmy...

I have this buddy that comes to visit me.Do you know him, he may even visit thee? After he arrives, I am never feeling mellow.I think he is of Asian ancestry this fellow. When he visits he always leaves me feeling blue.If I allow him in and with me he shares a brew. Our conversations are of how hard done by I am.He never lets me feel that my life is not a sham. He must be a good chum because he visits frequently.Showing u...

A soft stillness flourishes this morning. With a crisp feel of fall in the air, a slight breeze touches my cheeks making them burn just a bit. The dawning heavens void of any clouds, only a pair of ravens soaring high grace the empty sky. Climbing, swooping, diving, showing a glint of the new brightness on their shiny ebony feathers as they catch the first rays of sun light, that will soon warm the day. Watching with inte...

A perfect man I am not, hell, I don't know if I really want to be.Hearts have been bruised, whilst in dark festivities I revel.Mostly I have had good times, but occasionally filled with strife. Grey hair, wrinkles and lines on my face make me a unique trainee.I am a work in progress, I have walked many times with the devil.Marching to my own drum, not following the player of the fife. Over the years on this earth, on occa...

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...

I wonder sometimes, this day will I make it through?Will I have the strength to finish the tasks at hand? Challenges the universe has given me, I need to do.Why life can be so complicated, I do not understand? My mother always told me, take each day as it comes.Some will be difficult, some easy, but never too hard. The more you deal with living, the easier it becomes. Take care of the important things, the rest disregard....

Sometimes I have to strain to hear.Sometimes they are loud and jeer. The things said, sometimes are bizarre.Sometimes cutting deep, leaving a scar. I don't know from where they come.They do at times make me feel glum. I ask where, or who they are often.Never do they respond, and soften. Most times instead, passing through.Leaving me with baggage they strew. Telling me that my thoughts are weird.Dark, hazy, stuff that shou...

Some of us are incapable of showing our disappointments, when trust is broken. Maybe because of the shock factor the heart and mind goes numb. Hollowness fills the being and there is complete silence. The sense of happenings around are overpowered by the ‘loud silence’ within. The tears want to break free but are exhausted to ‘walk’ by the ‘sunken’ lanes. Sitting alone aimlessly seems like the best possible alternative. B...

I spent the day turning each doll, each stuffed animal, on the shelf to face the wall. There’d been too many questions lately,questions I haven’t felt capable of answering. Each time I’ve looked up, they were still there, teetering like snow upon their lips, ready to cascade down in avalanchian proportions at any moment. So I turned them around, faced them towards the wall. One by one. It amazes me how many there are in o...

Okay, this is a grouchy old bear venting. I felt that you should be forewarned. Running away is always an option. Sadly, it takes a lot of courage and through planning. Running away is a basic level choice for all things living. The trouble with humans is that we take self-inflicted responsibilities way too seriously. This maybegin the running away psychosis. Over the last 25 or so years, I have often dreamed of moving to...

Forgotten on the breeze It slips past and is lost Opportunity comes to tease Says come and play Then dashes away Like a laughing child All gay and merry. You feel it slipping through your fingers Time... Life... Love You want to keep it Hold it close But you keep grasping at straws. The grains of sand Drift away on the wind. Oh, how you dream, yearn For all that you desire But never quite believe That you will ever truly...

Damaged goods, is that what I am?Has society sent me on the lam? I try each day, a better person to be.Not allowing all the world to see. The hurt, the pain that I feel inside.Hiding tears that are often cried. Each day a smile I try to place.Upon an others heart and face. Does that make me a bad person?Others pain I try not to worsen. Sending good thoughts to everyone.Hugs and cuddles, leaving out no one. Happy go luck i...

Today I was sitting as I often do,smelling the roses, sprinkled with dew. A bee came along doing its work,probing the flowers, not one to shirk. Amazing I found this to be,as I watched tiny honeybee. Studying with an inquiring mind,staring at this honeybee's behind. Caressing petals with its feet,suckling flowers nectar, sweet. Probing deep inside with its head,pollen gathering for it to spread. Anther of one, to stigma o...