Monthly Archives: November 2018

Mask of Deceit

Your smile must have been a mask, that allowed you to deceive the unsuspecting. As the cold steel cuts through my flesh, I wonder if it was I, who handed you the sword? So, stand there as I bleed, and shame my imperfections. Turn your back and fix your mask, as my soul becomes untethered. […]

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Journal Entry # 91 – False Friends!

False friends are like our shadow, keeping close to us while we walk in the sunshine, but leaving us when we cross into the shade. – Christian Nevell Bovee

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The Hook

Wonderwall plays the lazy afternoon. Rack em’ before the crowd shows. I can smell the night before from the Ashtrays. Stained carpets, humming I got used to. Friend by hello, fist by good-bye. I know, you’re right. This now, the last. You are my best friend. So, same time tomorrow.

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Ashback # 5 – I Pity the Fall!

Hey all, Pictured above is the old 1983 Mr. T action figure, and no not a doll, an action figure. The difference is the kung-fu grip. Anyway, I was and still am I guess, a huge fan of the A-Team. I watched religiously every week as Four Vietnam vets, framed for a crime they didn’t […]

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Journal Entry # 90 – It’s the Little Things!

It has long been a great axiom of mine that the little things are infinitely the most important. – Arthur Conan Doyle

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Journal Entry # 89 – Now, create!

If you’re alive, you’re a creative person. —Elizabeth Gilbert

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Ashback # 4 – Bump, Volley…Spike!

Yup, those were the days!!! Afterschool practices and weekend tournaments were my only focus during this chapter of my life. Back when I hadn’t quite grown into my ears yet. Oh, how I miss the thrill of victory and the agony of defeat. The clean-shaven, beer shirt wearing, non-look at the camera bunch of guys […]

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My Redemption

My memory is all I have to adore you. A broken heart still bleeding for attention. Before the picture fades, I pray for a lost connection. My fault bears a cross, though, it was never my intention. Forgive this, my wordy plea, and grant me redemption.

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Ashback # 3 – Very Very Sneaker there Mother!

Hello all, I can’t recall the year, couldn’t even guess, but yours truly used to rock those kicks you see above. How cool was I? Gosh, I was about ten, eleven, maybe even twelve. I’m telling you, they had me at “that cool thing that I drink is now on my shoes”. Right away, I […]

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Journal Entry # 88 – Betrayal

Beware the person that stabs you and tells the world they’re the one who’s bleeding.

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