The last of the old mans wine

What a perfect time. To surrender up things of thyme, a seasoning o the soul. 4 years ago…his wife and I traveled to Ft. Worth to purchase the nectar of the vine His beloved received her wings from Jesus, before the old man did. His adventures non stop Thru the pages of his books No […]

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Falling Bodies

More bodies have fallen. There is never a reason to warrant this. They scream for more gun control. Fairy tales. Do they really think they cannot or will not be obtained in some other manner? To only drive the black market price up? How ridiculous! Then you read, ” This was a gun free zone.” […]

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Sensation

I met a man and his father today, Upon their six strings they did play. From the heart they did sing and from the floor, The Sensation they did bring.

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Among Her

From an  injured soul, heart break doth rage. Feet dangle no more; from the edge of  page. The page is turned the leather binds no longer. Injured soul , weeps among her.    

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Behind The Fire Station

There is a crazy guy Who lives behind the fire station, they  say. Place is a wreck on any given day. People judge him by sight Knowing his mind isn’t right. Tinkering there with all his riches, Dreaming like any other. Accusations from people, they do fly, The man doesn’t seem to understand why. It […]

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Mr. Witson

Mr. Witson, On the ground With your demons all around. Their sickness infected you too To live with your whole life thru. When you tire of this type of fun? Do as I did. RUN…….. Mr. Witson……..Run!!!!

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A SMALL TOWN IN TEXAS

There is a small town in Texas very small indeed. Children board their buses for school In front of their homes for the most part. A rural small town in Texas. I cannot fess I have always agreed on things with the small school in Texas, in the small town. My last child of six […]

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The Saddest Thing

For Juggs The saddest thing. To live in an undying fear. Be afraid of none. Confusion. Oppression. There can be no progression. Sickly welcomed regression. Scattered beyond the means to gather. Find your knees. Before they end you all. Just the saddest thing.

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