Category: memory
Dark Fantasy

Oh, beautiful moon, why do you tease me?
With fantasy, I know is not real.
Darkness always has another plan for me,
where light can never celebrate.
I dare not chase away the loneliness,
for the night will expose my weakness.
I have no prayer to use,
don’t lie and tell me there’s fate.
Go…just go, and leave me,
drift away into tomorrow.
Maybe I’ll open my eyes when it’s over,
and see if the sun still cares.
Whispers From You

A lull from the hillside early morn,
like a whisper from you.
I stood in the chill…
…with a tear reminder,
of what I’ve lost.
Sweep me up,
walk with me through the valley,
take me to the mountain tops.
I am brisk, I am alive…for now.
Whisper some more to me,
until the mutters grow so faint.
I know the cold will still return,
only, wait until it’s the final breeze.
Come To Me Again

If my trial has ended,
why do your stones still lay at my feet?
My deepest wounds will never heal until their forgotten.
No, always they fester, they ache,
like my broken heart which is bled to near death,
over and over, as I lay in this cold dark place alone.
I had to run from the pitchforks and torches.
Chased away, like a monster…
who once held the hand of a princess.
I still look for her in the moon,
wish for her in my dreams.
Come to me again my love in pardon,
or come to finish me off instead.
I Can Tell its Home!

grant me that yesterday tomorrow
I want to run again in November rain
taste once more, those raindrops
pinch me because I’m alive
let me feel it to the bone
that day…
I wore the fog home
seagulls bicker
over drenched catch laid in blood
but that day, no matter
t’was Mother Nature’s chore
all backdrops to my soul
my lungs, they catch up
though heartbeats have no pace
one listen to the ocean
one breath to the shore
I can tell it’s home
Journal Entry # 101 – Merry Christmas!

Like snowflakes, my Christmas memories gather and dance. Each beautiful, unique, and gone too soon. – Deborah Whipp
(If I can elaborate, enjoy every second.)
Journal Entry # 96 – Appreciate the Beauty!
“To appreciate the beauty of a snowflake it is necessary to stand out in the cold.” – Aristotle
Moonlight to Morning

I remember nights that seemed only for me.
Everything still, silent…time fixed.
I sat by shore, lost in its wake.
Watched as mossy moorings danced in captivate.
The moonlight stretched my little port, reaching for tomorrow,
maybe running from yesterday.
A lull of loneliness, like a blanket.
Protects me from exposure.
Suspended in salty bliss,
I bid good morn to the sun.
Journal Entry # 92 – Become a Child Again!!!
“We are better throughout the year for having, in spirit, become a child again at Christmastime.” ―Laura Ingalls Wilder
*Take a look at our Christmas Village from a few years ago. The video was taken with an early smartphone. At the time, I was just fooling around really, but in retrospect, I’m glad I captured it. Because each and every time I watch it, I can’t help but smile.
Release the inner child people, enjoy!!!
Ashback # 5 – I Pity the Fall!


