A Ways From Anywhere
wintery winds howl
calling a bluff
the sky’s story turns dark
when only halfway
each of my breaths
more and more breath
they followed in dance
but leave me too
to chase drifts that whistle
and those raw gales…
God, to the bone
the forest taunts
I hear the scratching
slowing motion, I’m straight into fear,
hopeless and alone
I beg the moon a bond
Journal Entry # 94 – Winter Has Come!!
“A cold wind was blowing from the north, and it made the trees rustle like living things.” ― A Game of Thrones
Journal Entry # 93 – What is Defeat?
What is defeat? Nothing but education; nothing but the first step to something better. – Bruce Lee
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!!!
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.
But, know this pain has freed me from my doubts,
that your blade was not already sharpened.
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
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.
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 commit, help the innocent while on the run from the military* Mr. T played B.A. Baracus, said doll. Damn it! I mean action figure.
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
Earth To Ash 