Monthly Archives: November 2018
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. […]
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.
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 […]
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 […]
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.
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 […]