One embrace can change your mind, change your heart and make you remember….. Would you please hold me, then just hold me tighter? Don’t tell me what I should do, or what I could’ve done, hon’, (‘though it may seem so clear to you). Not right now, not in this moment, don’t tell me it will be all right. Don’t offer possible solutions, and for God’s sake, let’s not fight. I’m not asking for the words “I love you”.

You…. You are the frozen sheet of ice that covers a putrid pond. You are the unmovable mountain, the sediment’s ancient bond. You formed against the will of time yet you took that time to form. You are the comfort of abstract love, an illusion of the norm. You are…

….the darkness inside threatens to envelop every person. It only takes the right aggravating factors to break us. We are all made of all things, it’s all found inside you. Choose well. ********************************************** I’ve slumbered, I’ve slowly stumbled, into that place I once fled from. My senses became immune to…

It is almost always late at night, the silence palpable in the air, the chaos strains through every pore, trapped in my thoughts, I stare, at ribbons of rumination, on a breeze floating swiftly by. The remnants of grief, of wounds so deep, one whiff, I can not deny, that what lies inside, what lurks beneath, when time stops and I can hear, was with me then, ..still with me, now, ….throughout my heart’s career.

Lost and adrift, an unanchored ship can’t return to it’s elusive beginning…. I can’t locate a point to revisit and so each day finds my patience thinning. Unsure when or where it existed, whether it’s ever existed or not…. still the soul knows there’s a point to be found and this point matters a lot. If I could locate it and clear the memory, such peace the absence would bring. NO thoughts plundering inner silence, at times, I would give anything,

Crazy lurked inside each inhalation. Exhaling soothed nerves but never for long. When her heart nearly stopped, so broken and bent, sanity fought for a place to belong. She inhaled crazy’s scent, still there preying, for a chance the enemy ever did prowl. It’s familiar odor lived in her nostrils, …

Here’s to the hard working fathers, to all whose collars are rarely white. To the ones who love and value their families, and rush to get home every night. To those who work outside all week, rain or shine, out in it every day, those whose blood, sweat and tears …

Lifetimes are spent collecting life’s accessories, carefully picking and accumulating our ‘stuff’. A foul wind carries in a scent of restlessness soon we huff… and we huff… and we puff…. ‘til we morph into the Big Bad Wolf, that’s knocking to blow our own house down. His envious eyes spied…

To love, to truly love, is to meet the weakest self with pleasure, admitting you need another beside you, and that by their happiness you will measure, your hours, month, your life….then one day, true love ceases the ego’s self centered living. To love, to truly love, is to donate…