If you build it, Some will come to see. Some will come to mock. Some will come to worship. Some will come to knock it down. If you build it, Build it in your own style. Build it with confidence. Build it with inspiration. Build it strong. If you build it, Let it grow from you. Let it be your everything. Let it represent your … Continue reading Build
Know the now without rosy bend, When dreaming of a want, a win. You can’t arrive at a journey’s end, Until long after you begin. Unblind your eyes, unbend your truth, Take each determined step in life. Earn your value’s vaulted proof. Gain victory over every strife. The end will not delay it’s call, Just to wait for you to arrive. Find the path that … Continue reading Know the Now, a poem
What if words were bricks, Adding up through life, Stacked high together, The heavy and the light, To form a tower filled With babel to the sky? Would your tower stand tall, Or crumble before it’s time? Continue reading Bricks of Babel, a poem
Soft as a petal,Strong as the wind,Heart beating wildly,Soul set to spin.Mind open to action,Eyes wide and bright,Finding my love forMyself still alight,Hopeful that morningWill not eraseWisdom of the evening,My confidence and grace. Continue reading Loving Me
Morning comes.Here i lie,To myself,About my day.I’ll get things done,I have a plan.To achieve,What i may.But I’m pretty clear,With honesty,I wont doAll that i plan.Ill end my day,Wishing hardThat i hadTaken command.Perhaps i willPretend toGo back in timeAnd do it right.Start again Right now, here,Get up. AchieveAll that I might. Continue reading All That I Might
Forty-five is half of Ninety. Here, I find the middle age. Subtly stalking immortality And hiding from the passing day, I creep from bed a little slower, I work to recall what I meant to say, But today I know so much more Than I thought I knew just yesterday. Continue reading Middle-Aged, a Poem
Keeping the urn was a mistake. Tossing the ashes was smart. The golden creed would brake The mantle brick apart. There on the ancient wood, Where open air should live, The weight of ages’ blood Shifts with the urge to forgive. Too late to say the words, Too present to rest in peace, The bond we worked to forge, Too soon has been released. We … Continue reading The Urn, a Poem
To celebrate the release of Lucid Lines 3; Rolling Down, on Kindle, I have made it FREE! Hurry and get yours today, Saturday, January 8, 2022, or tomorrow, the 9th! Here is the link for anyone in the US. I will be getting all the links posted on my site shortly, so if you are in a different country, please go to my Published Works … Continue reading Free eBook! 1/8-1/9
Depressed Shout out to the depressed Just trying to get by. Keeping eyes open With regurgitated lies I don’t feel happy I’m not even that sad I say I’m hopeful So they don’t feel bad It’ll be okay If tomorrow ever comes But I’ll still be struggling To believe in the dawn. Hello, friends! I thought I’d share a little ditty I wrote as 2020 … Continue reading Pet Hamster Zombie; a Short Commentary on the Longevity of Feeling Meh
Bridget floated, unafraid. Face up to the stars, awed by skies too full of pinpricks of light to be real. The living ocean waving up and down, gently. Slipping to her right. Sliding to her left in the dark. Drifting now and yearning to stay here and just sleep. Shadows shift below while feelings sink within her, raw. Beneath, her, thick-skinned and cold. Tail moving … Continue reading Shift, a Poem
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