Unbroken

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Dead of winter
as the winds howl
I’m still out there searching for you
footprints quickly cover
forgetting how far I’ve come
my hands, no longer feel
my breath, stolen
my eyes, blinded by this storm
my heart, almost empty
my will…unbroken

Journal Entry # 176 – Sometimes A Spot is More Than Just a Spot

Insight emerges out of silence. – B. D. Schiers

PublAshed

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Hey all,

I wanted to drop in and let you all know that one of my most recent poems has been published on Spillwords. It’s live as of today. I submitted it a little while ago, they liked it, and informed me last week of their intention to share it for their own audience. It made my day and gave me something to smile about given the world’s current state. (A post about that is coming) Now, some of you have already read this poem here on my site, but I thought I would go ahead and share it once more to help take our minds off some of the craziness that’s going on.

As always, I hope you enjoy it. Please don’t forget to comment and tell me what you think. It’s all of you and your continued support that drives my writing and I’m lucky to have such a awesome following.

So, without further adieu, please click this link and move on over to Spillwords.com and enjoy Ash to Dust.

Stay safe, practise social distancing, and we’ll get through this troubled time together.

One word at a time, let us take back our lives.

Until…

Days Gone

Take me to a Spring
where every day was as young as I
and the sun would come winking through the curtains

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What Does it Call For Tomorrow

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the ocean called out for me today
its salt carried to my lips by a piercing wind
a message kept from a childhood forgotten

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A Shade of Ash # 3 – (Altared Youth)

brown and silver cross table decor

Hey everybody,

I hope you’re all doing well.

Next up… I delve into uncharted territory with the below prompt with special guest, God. So, without further adieu, let’s see what we got.

Do you still have the same religious beliefs that you had as a child? If so, why? If not, how and why did they change?

I could take that question in a couple directions, but I think I might just go with the general topic of ‘religion and faith and me’. Though, I may end up answering the questions above anyway, we’ll see. Let me stretch my fingers and see where it takes me. I’ve played with the idea of making a post with faith as the main topic before, looks as if my new prompt category will finally get it out me. Actually, there’s been a few situations in my life recently that have also made me think about religion more than I have ever have in years. Another reason I felt this prompt was interesting enough to explore.

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Journal Entry # 156 – What Can I say? I’m a Fall Guy!

Leave the road, take the trails. – Pythagoras

A Heart to Live, Not to Love

Sometimes, I think my heart breaks without telling me
Like it’s trying to feel something it once did before
Though, if I allow myself to give in to its longing
I’ll go and break it even more

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Bar Keep

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When I turned that key, the night was finally over
It wasn’t easy, they threw a few fists
Mad that the ale had dried up

Now, in the calm of being left alone
I would start with the ashes
dumping out another one of those “greatest nights ever”

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Like I Wasn’t Even There

sure, the memories
but, the smell, the taste, the touch,
all still left to make believe
I miss…
the very start
opening characters, scene one
greener grass, the bluest skies, salty ocean
that street light at night where I would measure my shadow to the tip of the moon
those flaked fences, white
a particular damp night sky that I loved and haven’t smelt in a long, long time
tipped-toed curbs, run past the shop
yes, my eyes could go blind and I would still make it anyway
follow the path by memory alone…to my home
grab a bunch of those crazy flowers along the way
but now, I can only recount
because tomorrow had to come
and now strangers walk about
like I was never even there