Poetry: A Pair of Troopers

shotgun fire so i shroud my fear
in comforting the dog who’s cowering

my whispers like motherly words,
as of the warmth as of the womb
as of the silent blanket drawn
over us and under the moon
protecting our heart from the inside out

a world so far away, so very still, so very near
the all too unfamiliar feeling of ghosts now passed
coercing a future into ghastly ferocity

and as you’re freely falling one wonders
when and whether one should pull the rip cord or not

and as time trickles past, you’re reminded
of the very reason that we’re here…

so we would know that
we weren’t alone


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Poetry: at least for today

 

at least for today

every fragmented memory like a lifetime ago
and i sit in wonder was it even me
as this moment now is all that i know

 

and i wrote a song the other day… so at least this i know,
that i took some time to play and i recorded it so
i would remember that this was me someday

 

and as i sit here simply letting this lovely song play
I’m reminded of a purpose that seems, more or less still
and yet so far away

 

and i feel no more of the dismay.
well, at least not for today anyway


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Essay: Forgive and Forget

Forgive and Forget

 

There’s an old saying that we’re all familiar with: Forgive and forget.

 

In its simplicity it is purity and genius at its finest. One simply forgives them selves or someone else then simply forgets about it and moves on with their life. Pretty straight forward I’d say.

 

The cart before the horse

From my own experience I’ve found Continue reading

Poetry: until we meet again

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Neal Visher – until we meet again
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In whirlwinds of feelings, does happiness elude
The emptiness of hopelessness; I twist, I turn, I brood
But is existence futile, with nothing there to see?
The hands of time arrested while they cut you viscerally

Do gifts appear as water dancing on deserted sands Continue reading