The Victim

At one time or another in life, we are all a victim of something. We do not remain there. It is not a life style. The victim pony, is always there, ready to ride ; ready to run. If your lucky, his saddle is loose and you will fall off. That would be easier than […]

Realization

For : WA Nitram We must realize at times… some can’t get up over and heal… If they wanted to or not… their heartache and bitterness… are their comfort… It’s what won’t leave them… They are happy there. Leave them there. It is their chosen home.

Skipper

I hope all dogs go to….heaven.

Time Gone On

Times gone on and got away from me. Old school friends again… I will never see. Their photos are there,. with the dates. With no reason’s … for their fate. Time for me, has got away. Death gives…. no other days.

Poet’s Pain

November 6, 2017 A poet’s pain does remain thru their emotion’s they have slain. The word’s thrown down, twisted in sprain. There they lay , in the poet’s pain. The poet’s pain… cannot reclaim , from the brain, the words that lay before them. There…they must remain. The poet feels a little lame, as he […]

Rapid Fire

Rapid fire…of souls to heaven, recent count? Twenty- six Which way will your’s go ? Forgiveness? Do you seek? Heaven is for the mild and the meek. I am glad , I am not God.

An Egg

via Daily Prompt: Egg I found a egg, that had a leg. Her mother’s name was Meg. I swooped her up and gave her a kiss, and then I named her…Peg.

Going Under

Going under…. makes you wonder. Exactly; where will we go? Will those who have gone before, be able to see us? Shall we leave here , hand in hand… With the man that they call Jesus.

Writer’s Woe

A writer’s woe, tossing to and fro. Letters of the words. That should be heard. The smite of offense, often leaves dense: such is…the writer’s woe ;

So…Now It’s Done

Choices made , separate ways Is the way that it will go. No more husband, no more wife. Such is life…such is life. Shashi/A.J.